Machel the Archangel
I know a woman,
With asian eyes, eqyptian features, and native tongue,
She is a hybrid, like Isis and Sheeba before her,
I met her on the dance floor,
And she danced like heaven itself was upon her,
In humility she soared like the eagle that I long to be,
And in that moment I sensed destiny,
I know a woman,
With a mind and heart that belong to God,
And in the beginning, we talked till the morning came,
Like rain in the sunshine, she spoke to my soul,
And in that moment I knew love,
But Satan is active, and he sought to destroy our love,
And he deceived me time and time again,
But she would not relent, for she knew not who I was but who I could be,
And in that love, in her belief, God sustained me,
I know a woman,
Who saw me abased, a child under the curse of the sin of the world,
She saw me unable to love, unable to feel, unable to protect her,
She saw me watch unmoved as her father destroyed his sacred body,
But she would not relent,
And in that moment I knew hope.
I know a woman,
Who saw me time and time again, cling to her with jealous weakness,
Who saw her father ascend into heaven, while the rest of us doubted his fate,
And as I cringed in cowardice, and as I with bloodlust reached to regain my destiny,
All she said was, “I believe!”
And in her perseverance, I knew redemption.
And now, we soar as two eagles, two boats, separate and distinct, but unified by the water
of life on which we sail,
I tell you, thought it is now my time to reach the sky in rhythm,
Her time will come, and through her love the world will know celebration!
Dancing to the rhythm of God above, and Machel the Archangel!
Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2008
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