blessed art thou

late in the night, laying on my bed, thinking of words to write, where is the inspiration? my eyes are weak, i feel the need to lay to rest, deep down inside of me i know i have to write to the women i know yet others i never saw, but all the women, blessed art thou, among other things, from inside of u, a baby is delivered. a baby to become a man, a woman, to grow, to marry,to produce another offspring, and it goes and it goes, a generation is made. blessed art thou o woman, for out of thee, God art made a generation! thee art blessing, o woman of virtue, your grace is imcomparable, and worthy art thou for a happy home, because thou art blessed, and the glories rise.

years and years, yonger then i was, helped my parents in their hospital in deliveries, dissections, the pain of a woman, the glory of the world. blessed art thou, o woman! to the good man, how much is the world to you, with the blessed woman in thy arms, joys unending, happiness unfold, the child's heart gladdening, a world of peace, a re-generation revealed. blessed art thou, o woman!

for the compromises i have seeth thee make for the joy of the family, for the hard times thou endureth in a world filled with evil men and extended family, for the hurt thou suffereth from the kids influenced by waywardness, yet thou stoodeth the ground, you fidget when it is, faith thou holdeth, just to calm the storm, and there is reason for joy after, blessed art thou, o woman!

my hearts is filled of words, my thoughts caught up in the love thou showeth, man is man through thee, my hand shaketh, so i lay my head to rest, knowing full well that thou art appreciated o woman of virtue, blessed art thou!


Gabriel O Jr