Woman, dry your tears and cry no more,
Not oblivious to your trials before,
The weight of the world is not yours to bear,
Speak to God without unease and fear.
Amidst this flowing river,
Make peace with your creator,
Immobile wounds do not condone,
Leave your burdens by this river stone.
Woman, dry your tears and cry no more,
Like clustered debris upon a sandy shore,
May your pain be successfully buried,
Answers you have often queried.
Cast them in crystal water,
Dawn of your ever after,
As a queen departing her throne,
Leave your burdens by this river stone.
Woman, dry your tears and cry no more,
Here in nature's solace you can rest assure,
Now relinquish and instantly release,
Heartache will promptly decrease.
As the whitest doves fly by,
In a celestial sky,
Signifies you are not alone,
Leave your burdens by this river stone.
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021
Make them flow, Those unsung words. You know, Like the Orinoco… Effortlessly effuse, Undulate until, A graceful churn, In translucent harmony, Streams in elegance. Be the bearer of, Good news. Sturdy bridge, That conveys nothing, But connection. Paramount piece, To a fairy tale’s, Happy ending. Beckon hidden words, To excite, unite, vigorously ignite, And please do invite, With ringside seats for, Symmetrical savvy verses. Do not shroud, The shrewdness, That is your brilliant mind. Like an evening tide, Make them ebb and flow. Endlessly and aimlessly, Like the Orinoco.
I am enough but,
Are you worthy?
A bountiful river,
And you lack thirst!
You tread so lightly,
Yet still my water ripples.
Satisfactory abode,
Do you not see its value?
An effortless flow,
Toward a heart so vile.
Worry not about the storm,
I will not runneth over.
Sufficient in my depth,
Your meager soul, unaware.
I continue to churn in poise,
Stagnant during the raging winds.
Asserted and enough,
So please tell me -
Are you worthy?
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.