Woman Clothed With The Sun

Woman Clothed With The Sun short poem

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Woman is that truly you,

crying to be delivered?

Your glow is evident, the sun clothes you.

Who would believe that you are for real?

Though John saw you, this so unexpected.

What caused you to appear as a minority?

Has there been improvement?

Did we treat you better than Jesus?

Son, because of my skin color, I was

mistreated, not taken seriously.

I am here for judgment, to understand,

was not to condemn but justify.

But I recognized your struggles.

Take comfort in that, many will be punished.

I’ve learned, remain sadden, alone and abandoned.

Unrecognized, not by him who sent me, still I am.

You are my child, I wrote life lessons,

instruction for you in The cry of my children.

That’s my gift to God’s children!

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A Registered nurse, wife, mother, poetic writer and United Way volunteer.Born in Belize, migrated to New York at age eighteen. After studying nursing, worked as an emergency room until starting a family.Having both natural and chosen children, it was the emotional struggles of the chosen ones that gave birth to many of her poems.Ruthieg believes that when all is forgotten or ignored, expressive words linger or get heard. That it is important for the hurt and wounded to have a voice, for that purpose, many of my poems were written.
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