I ask for glory to shine on my name. I ask for love I can posses.
I ask for God and His angels to bless me.
Ayita had been in and out of the court her mind and legs wanting to explore. Her mind was clear and she had nothing better to do. Her children were growing and soon would not need her. Soon enough she would be on her own with nothing but odd jobs in the pack to do. She sighed at least she could be out here and collect some young herbs.
Ayita had not been one to just roam and so she had set up camp down by the ocean. She was going to collect some ocean water to try and dry the salt out of it. She would use the salt to dry and cure meats. Sitting on the beach she had nothing to do. She relaxed listening to the waves rolling over one another. Out here it was peaceful. Out here she was at ease even the thought of turning another year wasn't going to sadden her.
But I know so many less lucky than I.
Please help my people; the poor and downtrod.
I thought we all were the children of God.
God help the outcasts. Children of God.