A wise woman
by Katja Tasnim Perry
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A wise woman arrived one day upon a distant shore-
The people had never seen such a woman before-
Her hair was as black as raven wings-
Her eyes shone as lanterns in the darkest cavern-
Her limbs were long and divinely lengthed-
Her skin was the color of coffee with a touch of fresh cream-
Her dress was impoverished yet she wore it with nobility-
Her sandles were simple yet they spoke of distant travels-
Her jewelery was cheap yet they shone like diamonds-
Her voice was light but carried like thunder rolling-
When she laughed it was like the angels singing-
The people were afraid of her and feared she was a demon-
They followed her whereever she went-
Saw her heal the blind, the deaf, give voice to the dumb-
As she rested they dared ask the stranger a question-
Where she had come from, the why, and what for?
With ease she looked out at the gathering multitude-
With voice both light and which carries as thunder she said-
I walk against the backdrop of the stars-
Bringing gifts of other worlds both near and far-
I am old but not as old as the winds I travel on-
I am many wonderous and magical things-
The people then asked her of her name-
Miracle, she answered with laughter in her eyes-
They asked her concerning the wonders she performed-
The blind desire to see, the deaf to hear, the dumb to speak, she said with glee-
Are you a goddess they implored?
And a tired one she said laughing a little more-
How can we be as you they asked with envy-
Desire to see, hear and speak wisely she said absently-
Where travel next they asked her growing closer to where she rested-
Where I'm needed she said with a slight gesture-
The stranger then spread her arms as the winds took her to the sky-
With the speed of a falcon she disappeared with the twinkling of an eye-
The people slowly returned to their everyday tasks-
To wonder of the star walker, her travels, the miracles she wove-
Their tales of her danced as lights in the eyes of the children they bore-
Some of whom who became star walkers like Miracle, who travelled to far distant shores-
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|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|"A wise woman" shows the mysteries of the miracle and the arcane of faith,
throughout its verse lines.
A symbolistical poem to be study and digested. It is a full meal to nourish the multitude through its natural power of multiplication, and feeding energy.
This Author seems to be having the daily company of Minerva and Phoebus, for she makes Erato proud!
Thank You, Sublime Poet, for sharing Your art and knowledge!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU