What do we run from? The
The chores that would bind us to a lesser life.
There are too many gates that have confined
too many shutters we've waited behind.
This world is wide, and we must know it as our
own -- so that even the
masters would make way
for us. Even the kings would stand aside.
See how the forest kneels down at my doorstep.
See how the grasses shiver and part. I want to
cast off this poor disguise and reveal myself as I
am -- pure-hearted,
fierce, a woman undaunted.
For there is a path my soul must take. A blessed
-- by Lane von Herzen,
excerpted from the upcoming
Lane von Herzen, All Rights Reserved