She was never born to the upper caste, so it seem,
But never once has she envied the gold from the seas of tarshish,
Or lusted after the royal apparel on Solomon's frame,
Every single day her prayer was " Help me into contentment."

Her father was an unyielding farmer, so it seem,
But never once as she desired the glittery chandelier above king Authur's Round table,
Or coveted helplessly the magical sparks in Merlin's vein,
For not once, not twice she did pray "My desire is to love what I have and grow into greatness."

Sometime I wonder, what wonder she is,
How lust and greed seem estranged to her,
Even I now lust after her moderacy and courage,
And Now I pray for me, " Make me sadly Ever Never"


© Nathanael Haert
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