Devoted
Devoted
From raised hands, she ushers the spirits
To enter her consciousness, the physique
As her soul communicates with ancestors
Who left her disciples in tears and sorrow.
Is she real or a farce to answer questions
Only others ask when she lets you know
Secrets you have carefully wished to hide;
For her age is she ripe to read one's mind?
Left to wonder what not to believe in life;
You give credence and contribute to faith!