A Hymn

In the silent hymns of the night, a still voice in her head elicited a need for deeper understanding. A feeling frequent, yet progressively unfamiliar. “The yearn for spiritual guidance isn’t embodied into those who are weak,” she softly whispered, pertaining each word to its unique meaning, so that it could work in the magical way it did for her. “It is felt in those who are strong enough to accept the world for what it is. Nothing more, nothing less.”