SHE IS DIVINE

SHE IS DIVINE

A Poem by SELF

Faith is the substance of things hope for
the evidence of things unseen.

At the zenith of nine full moons
whose occurrence was preceded by an explosion in her magnificent womb,
at the zenith of time and the elements,
I made my first prayer.

From a bag of water in my mother's womb
I made my first prayer.
I cried, I wailed, I wept, I prayed.

Seeking for comfort,
I prayed.
Though no one could hear my plea,
I had faith that One could hear it and answer it.

That One is a Woman
a woman so strong
She is a woman and the Beneficent God knew what was always in her womb.

She is a woman
the builder of the temple of God with no hands
She is DIVINE. 

© 2024 SELF


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