Prayer Circle

Why do long-lost moments haunt me?

As the world closes in on me

Asks something more of me

Than what I can give

I remember holding the hands of my sisters

As if I was kind creature

Worthy of saving

I remember their hands clutch me tight

As if they could heal my soul

Warm, soft, girlish

I denied my right

As a princess of Heaven

Did I really listen to the words?
Praying for me...
Where is the throne?

Does it wait beyond the golden mist?

Veil separating me from the Creator

The forbidden place
I do not belong

I do not see His face.