The Answer

She played until the darkness came;

and friends and sunshine slipped away.

At first, she wandered through the grey

dusk, up and down a lonely hill,

all alone. The night was still,

she whispered through the tattered trees

at darkness stitched with silver lace.

“God? God in heaven, are you there?

But no one answered, except a breeze

that ran cool fingers through her hair

and kissed her gently on the face.