She gathered her tears and made a Well,
Out of little She produces abundance,
She nurtures her young with love,
Her purity is birthed from a genuine and a kind heart,
She is transformed by wisdom in pursuing purpose,
Her hope rises above the flings She encounters,
Like the smile from the Sun,
She unleashes light,
She is innocent yet a peaceful warrior,
Braced with strength,
She guards her territory from falling apart,
Clothed in righteousness,
She is sensitive to voice of her Maker,
She is responsibe and refuses to settle less,
She contains many at heart,
She works tirelessly until She makes a difference,
Her place can not be occupied,
She found her wings from the storm that swept off her feet,
And learned to soar above the odds,
Spreading her wings against limitations,
She is the most beautiful creation that exist,
She is powerful and finds fulfilment in raising heroines,
I met her at the Well,
And She gladly served me enough water for the journey,
She wears an invisible crown of glory,
She is the pride of mother earth,
And the vessel divinity holds at heart...

© Gloria Dimzang