Of the Beauty of God
(Apropos Of Our Virtuous Queens)
Sitting here in the beauty
of the blackness of night
my mind and its spirit
are spiritually
and geo-physically drawn
up into the reflections
of the full moon
and companion constellations
all surrounded by beautiful black
holes filled with the light of eternity.
Collecting myself
and returning terrestrially,
my focus returns to earth’s
grounded hued beauty—
resurrecting the illumination
of your own hued beauty—
a hued beauty that is almost
beyond mere words.
For yours is beyond
the perceptions of
Cleopatra; beyond
the subjective/objective
beholder’s eyes;
indeed, your beauty rivals
even that of Nefertiti’s: physical,
spiritual, and given wisdom.
Your beauty my queen is
not merely of the eye but is
seen by the heart and integrity
of the spirit; pregnant with joy,
happiness, and inspirational love;
yes, your beauty is as that of she
known in certain circles as
“The Queen of the South;
a beauty that is scripturally penned
by Sheba, herself: “I am black…[and]…
comely…O ye daughters of…
checks…comely with rows of jewels…
neck…of gold.”
Oh how blessed
we are brethren, with
mothers, “grands”, wives,
daughters, and beautiful
extended-family, vitreous
black-hued women; indeed,
to God be the glory
for the beautiful jewels
bestowed upon the souls
of the blessed you and me.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2021
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