Ashanti is always anxious to help,
By anxious I mean, overly worried that she can't bring herself to do something that requires attendance, often a prompt attending.
So she begins to work,
Even as she does anythng still it is inexpressibly far,
By far I mean, inconceivably beyond her, an outright mountain high, sea bed low, earth breadth wide, out of reach.
At this point she discovers what to do instead,
While she cannot do anything that cannot be done, she can do something that can be done when nothing can be done,
By this twirl I mean, she can turn to the only Man on earth Who said whatever men obsessed and could not possess, He would spin the tables, pull the strings, shake the heavens, ride on the clouds and droop down to place on it on their laps.
So Ashanti resorts to prayer,
By prayer I mean she lets go and lets God.
