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
This is my sonnet dedicated to the single women, the widowed women and the women who grow their personal relationship with God in their solitary devotion.
ReplyDeleteExcellent style! Well written, very thoughtful. I wonder if there is more in this setting than captured in your poem. You alude to a lonliness, though it seems beatified - could there possibly be more there?
ReplyDeleteWhat a very wonderful poem. The simplicity of it makes it more compelling. .
ReplyDeleteWOW! Very nice!!! Very good vivid imagery, so realistic. The poem's story is very fascinating to read, I really enjoyed reading it. Great job. ~Diana
ReplyDeletePrayerful worship on the Lord's day, how wonderful to write a poetic composition in a hearfelt way! You've structured the poem to deliver a message of a humble woman's life, trusting God for her daily needs.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the poem for its sincere content.
Very nice!
Very Good! Sounds like my mother, "Gentle woman, quiet soul of grace" ... lots of those jewels around the Master's throne!
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ReplyDeleteLoved the poem!! I want to see more of your work. Glad you've found a forum for your poetry. You should also check out this Web site: www.poetix.net.
Love ya,
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Excellent observation in poetic form. There is always a woman sitting alone, full of faith and prayer, with dignified strength. I always wondered of her story and admire their strength through prayer.
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