This post comes from Kimberly, one of our first guest-posters. Displaying pluck and an ear for poetry, she’s stepped up to tackle a theme that has everything to do with bittersweetness.
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Women were made to carry the world's pain, but that also means that Christ gave us strong hearts to bear the burden. Soft and sweet, and strong as steel. It's a mystery, this masterpiece of femininity. We are blessed to be in the company of Mary. So, when your heart is heavy, chin up lady. It was meant to be bittersweet.
She
What a beautiful word is she
She, the secret infinity
I read in another's poetry
The phrase "while she sleeps" recently
The simplicity captured me
She, like he,
But an added sound
Softens it completely...
And as she sleeps, he
Contemplates her mystery
Divine artistry of subtlety is she
Dreamt by a deity none here can see,
Sweet dream fruit she could only be
And roses bloom beneath her feet
Quiet footsteps mother Mary laid tenderly
She, a word that sings to me
Into deepest profundity
To cherish this precious identity
The Father graciously bestowed upon me...
Ever perfecting my return soliloquy
When the reflection is less than pleasing
Clearly hear the bell that rings
In resounding memory
Repeats the theme eternally,
In spite of all iniquity
What goodness is knowing,
I am she.
© 2004 Kimberly
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