The Queen

One could tell that she had ascended from a peaceful and noble family of visionaries
This rare beauty was never bounded by mirrors of painted images and selfishness
She loved the open views that afforded her a first hand look at the real world

She was guided as she looked through windows of duty and servant hood
No doubt her ancestral line was pure and paved with the blood of kings and queens
Her fore parents left her a legacy of compassion, love, and service which she manifested

It appears that many years ago, some misfortune occurred to dethrone their kingdom reign
But the slightest observation revealed that the spirit of queens still resided just beneath her soft skin
There were traces of encounters and situations that forced a portrait to the surface of her tender heart
It was clear as crystal, and one could see an air of governess and sheer intolerance for injustice and poverty

Deep within her blessed soul, there’s a showcase displaying a kingdom of fairness, liberty, and justice
This was the one single rule for all who were privileged and fortunate enough to be citizens of their domain
Yes, their kingdom was a different kind, not a vast domain bathed in pools of fear and terrorizing dictatorships

No, their land was not a world of corrupted political systems No, their domain was not ruled by emotions and the instincts of dictatorial madmen
She had long come to realize that force, whether for good or bad purposes, usually falls short of expected outcomes.

This would-be queen possessed the poise of royalty, and a confidence rarely seen
She glowed with elegance and wore an exquisitely arresting fragrance
She never desired for her voice to be widely heard by mankind
Ever charming and delightful, known by angels everywhere, This gracious queen was acknowledged by the Almighty

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Nadeem Qazilbash

A benevolent despot sometimes is better loved than an elected leader. The ‘fair'(pretty) and ‘fair'(just) queen.


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