Spirit tells me of a certain woman He knows,
Better than she knows herself, who,
Lived a lie. To all she knew or
Thought she knew, she was a fool,
A simple fool who could not, or
Would not face the truth, and then
Something happened, or did it,
And, if it did, then how and why.
We only see what we see and know
What we know, and we hardly know
Ourselves, so how can we dare
To think that we can know
Someone else.
She was aware, Spirit tells me, of
Being considered a simple fool, and
She played that game, buying time,
Until the fear of facing the truth,
Her truth, would become less than
The pain of living a lie. And,
She seemed to know, or
At least trusted that it was
Only a matter of time, and that
Time was on her side, and
It was, and is, and, so it is
With everyone.