She was gilded in gold & garnets, of
rich & rubied red,
Sapphires & emeralds she wore, in crown
upon her head,
Diamonds listened from ears & turquoise
upon her finger,
Pure pearls upon satin breasts would sit
& silently linger.
She was gilded in metals of wealth, sadness
& sorrowful woe,
Praying upon velveteen cushion, asking God,
“Where do I go?”
Her prayers were answered, with the shedding
of every jewel,
God told her, “Leave banality behind, within
this world so cruel”.
Stripped & denuded of metals & those
precious expensive gems,
She robed herself in humility, silent prayers
& rough linen hems,
Within the grace of God she unwrapped, &
in faith, gently unfurled,
Feeling wealthier in humble prayers, than when
richly gilded & pearled.
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