A Good Place to Look

She lived all alone in a house by a tree
And sat by her window and watched the time flee
A flutter of wings and a cry from a bird
Her hearing was keen and yet nothing was heard

The town’s folk and neighbors were worried and sad
They had teased and taunted the dream she had had
Her face became stone, her emotions in strands
And fountains of secret to fend off death’s hands

Her basement’s a fire with seven small rooms
A safe house for monsters, mass chaos and fumes
Above is the attic where good things can rest
Where skies are enormous and good souls are blessed

But she chose in between where she says she’ll stay
Though she has not a purpose still to this day
She neither prayed up nor she sought for it down
She stayed here on Earth where the answers are found


People are always looking up to the sky and pleading for His help, when all the help they need is already here on Earth.