SisterAct

Galenna, my youngest sister,
posted an FB status which caught my interest -
hence, the online exchange below.
T'is to celebrate her creativity, so that she may write more.

Galenna:
if warmth were a blanket of deceit
i would, in solitude, embrace the cold.

Ging:
cold evening, where is thy sting?
my Lord's warmth renews every morning!

Galenna:
morning, how fleeting thou art!
whither thou goest, the heart followeth.
but oh, t'is dusk... 'tis dusk!

Ging:
t'is creeping dusk that lures souls in,
calleth so enduring;
but fleeting might be, art thou morning;
ever faithful thou cometh
in the name learning!

Galenna:
learning, ever we are;
that a star though near its death,
spilleth out brilliance across the air,
what then is ours to bequeath:
charred mind of ideas or a simple life well-lived?

Ging:
a life well-lived is not at all simple;
its creeds - it bleedeth,
in consuming darkness - its light must be weildeth.
so i sayeth-
we bequeath nothing -
we servants are charred in mind and in living;
yet as our pride spilleth unto the coals of this earth,
we are healeth by His grace,
and by humility,
and longsuffering,
are able to continue the race.

Galenna:
race, 'tis a certainty of life,
for the wick burneth as the wind bloweth,
yes, the winds of time.
carefully, cautiously,
we continue the chase;
billowing bliss hath gone amiss.
courage, if forged, cannot forfend
the inner uprising round the bend.

Ging:
aye, BEND!
to bend as a willow,
or break as an oak?
I bend,
LET's bend!
inner uprisings we may not forfend
yet the Lord, all these -
He shall end

our lives He'll mend.
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