AND THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
They say she’s not attractive but she looks good to me,
I guess that’s because
I’m looking deeper than the carnal eye can see.
She doesn’t appear in public
Like she’s starring in a skin flick,
Doesn’t sashay up and down the street
Like a hooker looking for a trick,
She’s loyal like the virtuous woman of the Book,
And guess what,
The more time we spend together the better she looks,
We share the same vision, experience, similar adversities,
She soothes my spirit and strengthens my hand,
Surely she brings out the best in me.
I admire the fact that she’s strong,
Mature and dependable.
The way she combines intelligence and humility
Is highly commendable.
By God’s grace I’ve learned to diligently pursue
What is good and right,
No longer tolerating women who constantly humbug
And keep up strife.
As Prophet Amos said:
“Can two walk together except they be agreed?”
If we can’t walk hand-n-hand you can’t walk with me.
I’m drawn to that woman people say is so undesirable.
Her inner beauty appeals to the inner me
Causing me to be her not-so-secret admirer.
Happily I reach out to this woman
Because her humble disposition pleases my soul.
Yes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
That much is true.
But if we’re not referring to God’s perception of beauty…
Whose perception of beauty are we referring to?
By: Dr. Rakemeyahu
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