VIRTUE WAS BORN - A POEM FOR THE LADIES

VIRTUE WAS BORN
Sweat cladden and tired out
He had gone North, East, West and South
Naming and tending but the lower ones
No joy, no sweet whispers, no drums
Alone in the rain, alone in the sun
Unknown to be was fun

It is not good!
Entered into counsel the heavens
I must to Mine own creation soothe
Then out of the quiet reins
Was an vessel never before seen fashioned
'This at the last is mine flesh and bone!',
Came the cry in deep passion
'Ye shall be called Woman'

Today, all the earth do but remember you
Great masterpiece of old
Yea, both great and small men too
Do your tenderness and love unstrained behold
You are beautiful! You are beautiful
Shining even in dark corners of the earth
None can defend the mournful
Like you do with faith
You will never suffer evil to thrive
You are not weak
As the violent and unlearned strive
To prove each passing week

Know for a certainty that without you
There could be no me
Yea, you are the blessed dew
Having neither price nor fee
But the choicest treasure
A gift to humanity from old
Given without measure
May your days ever be filled with joy untold