The Girl in the White Dress
- GODSAVEME
- May 31
- 1 min read
Poem no. 23, 31st mai 2025
A seed of light was sewn into her dress,
Her calling threaded onto her skin
Neither Time nor Memory lived in this world
Yet the Beginning was etched in forever lands.
And the quiet Voice at the back of her mind
Armoured her horse,
Wielded her sword,
Guarded all that must remain unsaid.
For Heaven’s Eyes always believed,
And Heaven’s Mind had adored.
But at the peak of dawn, Heaven itself
Withdrew with mercy’s tears
For her waking mind to forget,
As the Becoming formed with truth.
So she forgot.
But the beginnings stirred,
And shaped her soul from within.
Until the Girl in the White Dress
Became a Seed herself.
No longer vessel,
But origin.
The first Truth.
The first Word.
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