Sunday, May 18, 2014

The Reward of Virtue

My bows and congrats to Michelle McKinney Hammond, a single woman, a Christian, and hands-down my favorite author.

The Reward of Virtue ...

He watched her from afar off
      savoring her special brand of poetry
           etched in every step she took
      full of grace
             vibrating with strength
                  a reed in the wind
                      bowing down
              but always rising again
    there was something about her ...
he took her in as she extended her arms
       willowy and gentle
              possessing secret power
                    not obvious to the undiscerning eye
              her hands wiped
   brows fevered with fear and trepidation
         and healed them
                 her touch as cool as her comforting words
      soothed those uncertain
         and gave sight to the blind
      she moved soundlessly through confusion
          leaving peace in her wake
               while those before her were warmed by her eyes
       and the tenderness of her smile
             yet strangely moved
                 even changed
                      by her appearing
             unexplainable as it were
                    she left no one the same
                          so profound
                                was her influence
          and though many could not put their finger
              on the exact word
                     that rearranged their hearts
                                they were sure of the source
       it was her
                something about her
         for long before she was announced
              her presence was known
                   it was felt
            the air changed
                  her virtue saturated
                       the atmosphere
                   and brought rest
                          to tongues too busy
                              hands too weary
                   minds too troubled
            it was her
                   something about her
   not heralded but recognized
                              drawing like a magnet
                                   all those thirsty
                                         for refreshing
                          her spirit gave them drink
       and far more times than she knew her closeness was enough
                                 to set the captive free
                to release those with severed wings
                            to take flight
                   and as she laughed in delight
                       they soared upon the music
                                of her exultation
             until they reached their destination
      returning to roost
                      in the cool of her shadow
                             until she urged them on again
         and they rose
                  they carried her with them
                       tucking her in a safe place inside themselves
                            that they could revisit
                                time and time again
for in the end the power they found to fly
     was wrapped inside her prayers
           coaxed forth by her faith
                birthed by
                     her ...
         there was something about her ...