Beautiful Child of Godly Justice

I see her again. This time painted, As a semi-trailer ad. Paying the rent. For us staying unknown. My head was down, Bobbing away from darkness. Tho, still sensing her beauty. Grimacing at its lightness. Still remembering, the question. To her, I first asked. "Please, miss beauty, well founded. What do you think of todays kings?" "Oh, There just wonderful." She immediately responded. I see her again. Dressed way in advanced for her age. Wrapped in a fox fur shawl. Robes that failed to blot out her beauty. Eager to answer the same question. How are todays kings? Oh, there just wonderful. She, sings. Oh, women barring children. Please do not despise us. Thinking were out of season. Were from the same Creator. Tho, He left out our tear ducts. He must of had a reason. A time of hope. Reserved with thanks. Maybe we just misplaced them. I see her again. This time in a Church basement. A picture too beautiful for words. Me, be-halved, Like a black & white photo negative. More,Truth, to be developed. Oh, that this bliss could last, No longer than a moment. Dear Jesus, now I know, I cannot envy You. Although I really wish I could. Please Vanish, from them, their frowns. Alas, time has passed. I can jot this down. She yet, still answers. "Kings, there just wonderful." I don't mind if you take her side. Against unjust portrayals of the other side. Their rights "unfrocked." For I have never been oversensitive. I swear. Still can't bare to find myself a liar. Oh, beautiful Child of God. Yes, many of us shed tears. Whenever us can. The hopeful ones, are tears most understood. Now. I have a brave young nephew. I'd love to introduce. Bet he would share his answers with hers. When the time comes. I see her again. This time. On a label of packaged tomatoes. More beautiful than ever. What shall I do? When the package empties. Throw her in the garbage? Oh No. Put her on the sill? Too cold. Let her float in my bathtub? Not allowed. If I hold her in my arms, Then let her go. Would she fly to safety? You, please don't raise suspicions bout me. I have prayed for and received, My golden eye-brows, unplucked. My dearer friends and kindest Earls. This beautiful child of God. Always answers back to Us. Kings, There just wonderful. Your honor, stay here! Should you disagree, for her sake, With those staying unknown. Dear Monks, ect.