Charity

Mystery of life, from whence doth it arise?

From the deepest of hearts, from the farthest of skies?

Why are thou here, from whence camest thou?

To rise in our hearts, to light a kiss on our brow?

She cannot bleed nor can she die. She forces us to consider why.

She causes us to find a way, to always give, to always stay.

Her call to us is when the day doth darken,

For everyone of us to hearken.

And time wanes the proud waves of your tide.

Or wind blows back the thin veil of your pride.

Once she calleth and you give her ear,

Your heart will blossom til there is no fear.

She will transform with a fire in your breast,

And anything wicked to her you detest.

She stands before you, can you not see?

Let her untangle your thoughts and be free.

When she joins the righteous, eternity will tell.

How greater is she than the fires of hell.