Fruits of the Spirit
She is unconditional.
Agape with thick black hair;
Extending gracious embraces.
A laugh so infectious the night smiles.
Humoring through hardships with serious content,
Her strength so obvious.
Like a river, tumbling perfectly still.
Making treaties with her eyes,
Cultivating harmony with her soft hands.
An artist of longsuffering,
She knows time will come.
Waiting; her dreams dance with a divine tomorrow.
Even to strangers her warmth is magnetic.
Tenderly striving to remain without enemy,
Her words serve souls.
Her reputation precedes her.
Virtuous in every way; Proverbially.
Like all of creation, she is good.
Always is her way of life.
Steadfast like a pillar, never letting down.
Loyalty as staunch as armies.
Holding hands at her hero’s bedside
Hymns on her lips and in her face
Gently her spirit caresses the pain.
Denying self she follows Him.
Bearing cross daily; arduously effortless.
Composed, she forms fruitful family.
