A Divine Design

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 29, 2018

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Out of many atoms, God made Adam.  But out of his hollow rib cage God created Woman .Queen to Queen  allow me to remind you , that you weren't made, you were created. Every intricate design was skillfully and  purposefully refined,  to bring forth a creation so divine , Woman . When God created you He used the sky as His canvas. Ever since then, the skies remained sad and blue because of you. For a new masterpiece  was painted. Jealousy has spread through out the galaxy as God placed  Saturn's rings on your finger. The stars stood perfectly aligned, as they gaze in a daze. The planets served  themselves  as jewels to adorn you. Woman you shined , you shined so bright that the sun became jealous. You glow so intensely that the moon was filled with envy.The 3 dippers gossiped about you as you gracefully walked down the Milky way, leaving trails of stardust; the remnants of your creation.  Woman , when God breath life  into you , instead ,you took His breath away, and He died for you and because of you. For you were drop dead gorgeous, you were to die for You support others when they need it the most, you serve as a backbone even when you're broken, Woman . You are the bright spirited firefly in our  darkness.  You love so deeply and unconditionally that many times it hurts , you sacrifice so much of yourself that you become hollow. Were you the ultimate sacrifice? I wonder...  Creater of life, but bearer of strife, was it you? Woman , You are incredible , amazing, astonishing  ,  majestic , celestial,  words and adjectives fail to capture your divinity in its entirety.Did I forget to mention that you are beautiful in all dimensions . You're equipped with qualities that men cannot fathom . Woman, from what well  do you conjur up mighty strength to give birth to generations? Giver of life, to what ends of the earth does your  womb stretch? Shall the winds be named after you? For you have pumped life into new bodies and souls in the span of time. Woman,  our fortress,  our shelter , you have housed and created daughters and sons, who mimic the qualities Ruth , Esther , David and Solomon. Queen, your worth is not found in the blind eyes of man , you are  worth far more than what society constructs you to be, and expects you to be. Your worth  is beyond your hips and thighs, although we nest there, and rest there. You have made us wanderlust, so you must, realize that your place is not only in the home , and that your pulpet is not the stove , but it is everywhere that the gospel or the truth can be spoken. Woman, free your mind of the matrix , for you are the matrix. Speak woman , speak life into  the world. Oh beautiful vessel , the earth realm beg for your speech!  In a world so cold and violent, you are not meant to be silent.  Speak , carriers of love and truth. Speak,  for the power of life and death lies in your tougue, so  let every word you speak filter through hearts and lives, and let it settle like aroma of soul food dinner on a Sunday.  Let everything you touch turn into gold. You are a diamond in a crystal glass , created under pressure and refined by grace, but  be not confined to glass ceilings. You are the "good thing", and any man who seeks your golden heart shall go through God to find it. Meanwhile, set your crown, and allow the sun of God to reflect it's light on your crown , to enlighten  your path in a world that tells you that you're not good enough. You are exceedingly and abundantly more than what we can ever ask for.  Woman, you are intelligent , powerful , capable ,  and by far God's most astonishing creation. The next time you look in the mirror and fail to see the standard of man, just know that God has you standing on a pedestal, high enough to reach the heavens.  You are a Queen created in the likeness  of a King. So, embrace your majesty, and act like royalty, because I heard that there was a sacrifice, oh woman, was it you? 


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