To God Be The Glory...

 

Their pain—

the ever aching

of a nation.

 

Their loses—

savored gifts

to God who gave

them.

 

Their tears—

the breast milk

of faith.

 

Their sweat—

nourishing water

to tombstone flowers.

 

They’ve always had our backs;

they’ve always been at our sides;

they’ve always—when needed be:

 

Stalwartly

at our front—

leading the way.

 

They are our glorious angels—

Mothers, Sisters, our One

and only One—Queens.

 

Glorious queens

of blood, dripping sweat

and endless nourishing tears.

 

Come Brothers—come

let us give God the glory

for giving us these glorious gifts.