The Mentor, Part 2

Lonely road traveled
with guidance from a teacher
that holds a driving heart,
and takes babe into the future.

In sweet breasts she rest
with secret loving wonder
as sprouting flowers speak
of cold and darkened thunder.

Jesus teases her,
the holy one of grace,
born from wicked lies
of which she'll not embrace.

Knowledge starves a drought
the magic words of truth!
Such effervescent wisdom
liberates her from the womb.

Evil hand of man,
is teacher not from grace?
Her quiet fulsome touch
that frees the muddied waste.

A tired weathered voice

slowly calls from home

eternally caressing

the mind she gently owns.