Wisdom's Feast - Poem by Melvina Germain
O maiden sweet as honey God’s gift certainly brings,
to the vineyards of plenty only the privileged sings
and Queens who sit jubilant upon earthly thrones
carry little less than value as do the proudest drones.
Virgins may dance passionate rhythms of earth’s moon
whilst matrons lag behind hoping once more to swoon.
Poor, poor dears what will the outcome be,
to cry in a river of pain or come back to reality.
Face up ye women of despair, only you can mend and repair,
engage not in debauchery or listen to lies you’ll often hear.
Mind, body, soul may your moral eye see only truth,
cleanse the old and little beyond the ruination of youth.
A tumult of words may pour like rain over thee,
wade through thick waters, swim through the sea.Extinguish blazing flames that tortured your soul,
raise up the torch of freedom, it’s time to be whole.
Written by: Melvina Germain
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