Questions

Sometimes I wonder why,
when I see her through my eyes,
how it is that she suffers so
with all the beauty she posesses.

Her eye are red, her hands are calloused,
blood pours from her once perfect nose.
Her clothes are torn, her spirit worn,
her whole life is now exposed.

How can it be with her great mind,
she let him do this again?
What tormenting spirit plays with her
what demon is in him?

But looking through my human eyes,
I am sorely blind,
Only God can see her heart,
He, only, knows her mind.

It's not for me to question her
but simply lend an ear.
To comfort and protect is Gods job.
to eleviate all her fear.