Phyllis Strong


I Came…


I came, and I sat by you,
Black as the night,
hands as rough as a rock; but strong,
you didn’t notice how strong,
because you wouldn’t touch me.

I came, and I sat by you,
Ivory like the elephants tusks,
eyes blue, deep as the sea, you didn’t notice,
because you wouldn’t look at me.

I came, and I sat by you,
eyes brown like a pecan,
chocolate from head to toe.
Chocolate is sweet, but you wouldn’t know;
because you wouldn’t talk to me.

I came, and I sat by you,
brown like the sand,
hair black as coal, and flowing,
flowing, ever so long,
brilliant; as if buffed with Instant Shine.
You didn’t see how bright,
because of the black veil covering your heart.

I came, and I sat by you…
Lover of the world,
accepting whosoever.
Love, God.


©2013 –Phyllis Strong

Submitted: Saturday, November 23, 2013

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