A child was born one Summer’s day
Reviled and ridiculed for most of her life
Destined from the start to walk ever alone
Her days were mostly filled with tears and strife.
None truly knew the pain that she held within
Her hurt and lonely broken soul
Within that heart she felt so alone and abandoned
As if she would never, ever be whole.
The faith that she had grown in
The faith that she had been taught
Simply confused her and left her lost
And was not the one she truly sought.
Nay, what she had been taught eased not her soul
Those teachings eased not her troubled heart at all
For from early childhood she had felt a strong pull
Towards the mysterious, wondrous and magical.
Her heart holds deep questions within its depths
That if asked would turn all those who know her away
For they would quite simply never understand
So the words truly in her heart she does not say.
Aye, in her deepest heart hides secret dreams
Of chants and charms, of ancient magic and pagan things
She craves this knowledge to her very soul
But she knows well the price seeking them brings.
She has none to seek this knowledge from
And so she is forced to live a lie
Mind taught to one path, her heart seeking another
Until the day that she does die.
For should she speak aloud her thoughts and dreams
All around her would accuse her of gravest sin
But one question above all in her weary heart she holds…
Can one have a Christian taught mind but hold a pagan soul within?