She walks to the hill that overlooks the sea
The wind blowing strong enough for her
To pull her cape around her.
She begins to speak a language that is not her own, but one she shares with her Father who
Is unseen by most.
Tears strolling down her face as she tells
Of all her worries, doubts and concerns,
Asking at the same time for forgiveness for such thoughts. She knows within her heart
That HE would understand.
She stands in quietness as if she is listening
Intently to words that fall upon her ears
Alone and finally she bows her head in reverence, turns and leaves the hill, her sacred place.