Heathena

Heathena
I love you
Mother of my child
Bore me Elena though unmarried
She carried her doubts
About faith and humanity
Humanity and faith
Humanity's faith
Faith in humanity is an incredulous chase
Lo, she cannot run for she is weary
She cannot run for she is spent
She cannot love what she can't face
She cannot read what she can't prove
Heathena
I implore her to see what I can't
To feel what I can't touch
To understand the universe
Heathena
We are mortal
Formed from clay by father
Breathing life from celestial providence
Walking on what we shall soon become
Heathena
Please believe in father for he is love
The world is fading as time passes
So are the passions
Heathena
Run before they consume you
Before they consume me
Run to father