Who Is She

Who Is She prose poem

Uploaded by curtisjohnsonsr

No. She’s not simply your good and nice neighbor next door.
O, it’s true that she’s caring and giving, but there’s so much more.
And she overflows with peace and security, with a lot more in store.
No. She’s not some strange lady that accidentally washed upon the sandy shore.
Yes. She was sent by God to lift up a standard that too few have ever known before.

She’s one BRAVE FIGHTING SOLDIER, and is among the tried and true, and faithful few.

She’s a MOUNTAIN like Whitney or Everest, rising strong and tall above the carefree landscape, as she watches and warns of dangers to all who will listen.

She’s an OCEAN, whose waves keep on coming to shore, to seed the sand,
And recede, only to return again and again.

She’s a FAITHFUL RIVER, flowing with force and favor,
Bringing life and energy to everyone.

She’s a WELL BUILT DAM, who refuses to be broken or breached,
As she releases faith, hope, and love to those down stream.

She’s a WALL OF DEFENSE, protecting and shielding from all enemies.

She’s a MIGHTY WARRIOR, pulling down strongholds with the prayer weapons of her warfare.

She’s a LANDMARK, displaying the value of things unchangeable
And unmovable.

Yes. My friend Ellen is a GENTLE STREAM, flowing quietly,
With waters so divinely pure and crystal clear.

(My wife and I have a terminally ill friend name Ellen.
This is my tribute to a very special person.)

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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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