poem: gentle woman (sonnet)

POEM: Gentle Woman (sonnet)

Gentle woman alone at the lead aisle
Where from comes your grace and dignified strength?
Radiant in beauty passing a smile
Quiet nobility within arm’s length

What is her story, this woman who cares
To approach her lord’s house alone and sings
Her passions and prayers all that she dares
To the altar her solitude she brings

Another Sunday, and new battles won
No self-pity and joy her private prize
She humors few tears to be her lord’s swan
And trusts, for each day she meets her Love’s eyes

Gentle woman, a quiet soul of grace
A jewel in your master’s gathering place

Copyright ©2005 J. R. Hollyday


~ by jnetsworld on January 21, 2005.


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