She Walks

She Walks long poem

Photo by Jeanne Menj

She walks boldy with confidence.
She walks awoken with consciousness.
She walks with her head held high as she looks upon Her Father in the heavenly sky.
As she walks by they get one glance into her eyes.
Something that is so unexplainable that they can’t began to Identify.
Something that they cant seem to recognize
It’s something that catches them by surprise.
No man can touch the flourishing fruit her of tree.
It’s something in her that even a blind man can see.
How is it that she walks and smiles with such glee?
She walks humbly and gracefully.
She walks shamelessly and Courageously.
For She walks Daily faithfully and gratefully with the Almighty.
It happened the day He waited for her so patiently
She came to him on her bending knee to taste The greatness of thee.
His presence became so contagious
That In her life she made many changes.
She sought his face Tenaciously
Now In her heart is his place of residency.
Thats why when she walks its as if she’s floating so elegantly.
You are seeing the Glowing of Her father’s Spirit overflowing from her majestically.

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