This was her hour
sitting and waiting high above the others.
The girl was given her instructions,
but still she was so heavily torn.
Nothing had ever come easy,
all that He instructed
was to comfortably kneel and wait.
Sensitive to please, she loved this path
she turned to listen for Him
making sure eyes and palms
were properly down.
she pressed her tiny body on the spot,
that was until, she got all distracted
by a sweet smelling letter on His desk.
Does she dare or was that her test?
The corner of this envelope
one could tell
had been doused in perfume
the girl found herself overwhelmed.
Eyes couldn’t stand the torture anymore
just one tiny glance couldn’t hurt,
she touched the envelope
and when it fell, she flinched.
she knelt there staring at it
it was obviously not hers
her face and chest began to burn.
With a quick flick of the wrist
that damn envelope was returned,
this was her test.
she was kneeling again so perfectly still.
Her heart sank thinking
what if He’d seen her mistake.
That envelope sat mocking her
and she knelt there with an ache
her shoulders weighed heavily now.
The disappointment in moving an inch,
forgetting, she chose to be the girl.
she was more disciplined than this,
she hated weakness,
she cursed her thorn.
He entered their room,
tipped her chin
eyes faced forward,
just not at Him.
she knew if her eyes
were to look into His
the room would spin
and words would get all messy.
He turned to her
with this poetic kind of whisper
in her hand He placed
the perfumed envelope.
