In Her Shoes
If you would walk a mile in her shoes
I wonder if you would see her through new, wisened eyes.
Would you come to respect how she smiles
and runs around while her worn feet are hurting?
The strength she pours into her duties,
labouring day in and day out
only to be sneered upon by her male counterparts.
Would you respect her bravery,
the grace she exudes as a mother,
tirelessly falling and getting up
and soothing her scars with a song of courage,
hope and praise while walking stoutly on.
Would you understand the unspoken pacts of sisterhood
engraved deep in every woman’s heart?
How she clothes her sister’s shame
in a loving word of prayer.
Would you then know the tears she sheds for you?
love freely given seeking nothing in return…
Would you see that all her searching eyes seek is a kind,
reassuring word from the innermost rooms of your heart
and hers is set alight with satisfaction and joy….
Would you learn how to give
more of yourself than she cares to keep?
Would you heed her warnings,
listen when she speaks?
Would you embrace her in her fullness,
will you know when it is time?
I pray you walk a mile in that woman’s shoes and know her true worth..
Wednesday, 24 October 2012
Little city that shadows me
Trailing tirelessly across the land
Futility reigns in your wake don't you see?
Your theatrical tenacity threatning to disband?
I cannot consider you friend nor adversary
With your abridged version of love in tow
A pawned aegis with your mind you marry
I pray you, wait till the tempest tries you in the morrow
My pugnacious heart is your unsolicited barrister
But I will not humour this futile debate
Veiled in borrowed valour your eyes deeply sinister
Your barrister quails at your sight for it cannot relate
Little ill-intentioned city that is called a friend
Beleaguered your city has come to an end