Marvelous Woman

I’m a fantast, love, lost in clay and mire. But I ponder essence,

A marvelous woman. And so many—this stature. Such is

Beauty, a wonderful soul. We admire such women. They

Build a fortress, alert to folly. [Selah] My deepest wound, I

Forgive—what I fail to understand. This has always been prayer.

And I love to ponder, a marvelous woman. Infuse the stars,

Love: a miracle breathes. But the fence is rocking, for they

Muse, a marvelous woman. She stands out, my God—a touch

Of heaven. I ponder so deep—a numen soul. For such intimacy—

A holy joy. Indeed, I venture a myriad of souls, lost in clay

And mire. Mold the heavens, my wonderful love: imbue the

Soul. For we die for such women—our willing torment. They

Paint the portrait, and sculpt the child. We watch in awe,

Afraid to speak.