Artist's description: Her halo is more than slightly askew
As she glows with an irresistible virtue
Striving through mountains of hurtful words
While losing focus in remembering those swords
The new people say what she cannot feel
That mountains of words, her glow cannot steal
Still, to them she listens like gasping for air
In faith, not by sight, that all will be fair
Child of the storm and woman of the sea
She's determined to love, live, and let be
(acrylic and paper on wood)