Akwinamak

Akwinamak

27/02/13

This day o'er two decades ago

While I was just learning to talk

Looking softly and tenderly

The infinite God He spoke 

"I shall make for this son a helper

A companion, his steady staff

A pillar of strength

His prime care giver"

And so she arrived

To tend with me this garden

Bred in central modesty

Guided by His Majesty

She waltzed into my vision

With a brethren's acute description

"Talk to the hand" said she

First attempt, oh poor me!

But love and curiosity grew

So much so that she consented

To hear me pledge allegiance

"Forsaking all others" I commented

This bride, me she dazzled

This man of many words 

I am left baffled

That God would give me this masterpiece

Carved by Mercy

She forgives my faults

Seasoned by truth

She affirms belief

Endowed with strength 

Steadies a shaky pace

Gives pause for wisdom's embrace

With drops of compassion

She points to vital burden

With wings of peace

She steadies my storm 

Her way of love

Never lets me starve

As St. Paul said before

She is my glory, my pride and more 

That Maker His mercy knows no end

His love it knows no limit

His faithfulness I can't comprehend

Amazing grace I do understand 

And I trust you see it too

All because He gave me you...

(c) Ganjiki D Wayne

27/02/13