Thursday, September 1, 2016

The Lady

*Dedicated to women who have striven to do rightly before God and through no fault of their own find themselves lacking a prince charming.  Inasmuch as I know many women of this description, I would invite such women to see themselves as beautiful and cherished.  

A lady slept on golden down
And dreamt of gentle night
Whilst just beyond her sacred room
The din of anguished fight

Fell oft upon her sainted ears
As men and hell crossed blade
In effort to break through the door
To where our woman laid,

Now trembling from mighty threat
Though often finding peace
Which passeth man to understand
But telleth fear to cease.

The castle shook, the fire scorched
Outside her holy cell
And gazing out her balcony
She watched as starlight fell

Upon the dark and sweetened night.
She learned of God and space -
Her spirit danced across the 'spance
Of  heaven's very face.

For Father granted joyful thought
Into her troubled heart
Until at last she understood
That she'd been set apart

From normal life and harbored here,
A prize for man to win
By reaching up in purity,
Forsaking vice and sin.

Thus on her daily hallowed throne
She scatters glory fast
Enjoying simply who she is
Until all waiting's past.

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