Reflections Of The Holy

• Ava Wilmore, Grade 10, Darwin High School
• Poetry
• 2016

Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition

It was the blind man that saw me.
Most people understood not.
Those who needn’t ask made their plea.
Those without believed they could not.

The religious abused me,
The privileged prayed,
The leaders misused me,
And the hurt begged for aid.

Through time, I’ve become famed
But the theories are flawed.
By humans, I am named.
By me, they are awed.

Some named me destiny,
Others called me fate.
Of names, I've had many.
But for you, I will wait.