Book Of Inspiration

The Life & Home She Knew Best

A family and daughter were separated at birth,

Wrenched from each other upon this terrible earth,

With no place to go she walks through the night,

Looking for somewhere till morning light.

Lonely and sad and with no family but one friend,

Shunned and broken hearted - too delicate to mend,

She searched for a place to lay down her poor head,

Suffering the punishment of being unwed.

A three syllable man had spotted the girl in the isle,

And knew that her talent may be worthwhile,

He showed her her room, the task, and opened the door,

It was unlike anything she had ever seen before.

And so for the girl a new life begins,

Toiling each day but remembering her sins,

Her family gone, would she see her father again?

Could she go through her life with this terrible pain?

The girl was placed in the Edifice at an early date,

Along with two others of similar fate,

In a home which was abundant with work that they love,

As God watched over from his throne up above.

And the day came when she had to leave her old life behind,

In this new home no family she would find,

Stitching and weaving were the 'orders of the day',

She couldn't do her own work, on the task her focus must stay.

Months in her life went by before she was reunited with her father,

Just like a mother finding her son,

Brought up oppressively knowing what they had done,

But they hold nothing against god, it was the choice he made,

But now they forgive him for the penalties they've paid.

The happiness that the father was seeking had finally came,

Even with all the years he had been extinguishing the flame.

Sometimes the girl wondered if life would of been better,

If her father would have never gone out there,

Though she gathered the blue thread that would help her sew,

And she knew that she could let her father go.

The girl knew that her life that was the way to her future could not go untethered,

And that letting him go was all for the better,

For though her life at the Edifice was hardly a rest,

It was after after all the life and home she had come to know best.