She wears a mask …to present herself to the world….
Devil prone and prostrate before the thousand eyes watching, pining for weakness in a desperate attempt to squelch her own. Beyond the murmurs and bustling gathering, a voice dashes through the trees with haste at its heels …Anxious not to miss the heralding of a jewel so rare. Its mere passing turns doubt on its bearers, that they might know the light. It makes its way thru the crowd …to my ear….. a wordless warm whispered welcome …and a breath of…. freedom
-Adam J Steele
