More Than A Woman Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

MORE THAN A WOMAN

She selects wool and flax
And works with earge hands,
She is like the merchant ships
Bringing her food from afar.
She gets up while it is still dark;
She provides food for her family
And portions for her servant girls.
She considers a field and buys it;
Out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
She sets about her work vigorously;
Her arms are strong for her tasks.
She sees that her trading is profitable,
And her lamp does not go out at night.
In her hand, she holds the distaff
And grasps the spindle with her fingers.
She opens her arms to the poor
And extends her hands to the needy.
When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
For all of them are clothed in scarlet.
She makes covering for her bed,
She is clothed in fine linen and purple.
Her husband is respected at the city gate,
Where he takes his seat among the elders of the law.
She makes linen garments and sells them,
And supplies the merchants with sashes.
She is clothed with strength and dignity,
She can laugh at the days to come.
She speaks with wisdom and understanding,
And faithful instruction is on her tongue.
She watches over the affairs of her household
And does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children arise and call her blessed;
Her husband also, and he praises her;
Many women do noble things but she surpass them all.
She is much more than a woman.

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