She came from a town that didn’t have a corner
out her window the sun swept street
only went away
She often crossed it
but didn’t have a dream
just a faith frozen hopeless heart
of a better life on the other side

Our world came to her through glass
in only two dimensions
without smell or texture or true joy
Fearfully speeding by a 80 ton tractor trailer
a green sedan with gawking children
and an Amish farmer’s horse and wagon

She knew He would come one day
It'd been prophesized
But no one told her his saint’s disguise
carefully unkempt stranger and black leather
on foot and out of gas
But his message was refined clear,
and unequivocal
Nothing she knew was true

They didn’t dawdle in her world’s
Last Days
On her road that’s only direction went away
Past a time they’d come to the crossroads
a sight she’d never willed to see
He left her standin’ on a sandy wind swept corner
Lookin’ up
stained by sin and painted with dazzling grace
filled with dreams
in the other place