Feminine Way

Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash.

You saw me,

underneath the tomboy slouch and martial arts dreams

shadow boxing with my father’s billionaire ambitions,

shutting down soft, armoring vulnerable,

a scorner of sensitive and gentle beings,

growing up at odds with me,

fighting my skin and rejecting meek

ashamed of the blossoming

lost, so utterly lost within

trying on designer identities given by the world

an object in bondage, labeled, used, manipulated,

the young fight’s gone, those voices had lied

broken, I was broken,

and then you came.

Reminding me, remembering me

delighting in me, enjoying me

your gentle, sensitive kindness

awakening the feminine I’d oppressed

always knowing she wasn’t safe.

Holy Spirit, Abba, and Yeshua

Now in your hands I place my life, my spirit

discovering love and casting off shame,

at last safe, secure, seen and known

because I’m just a girl, learning to be loved

trusting your hope and tender grace

to be your woman of chayil

courageous in faith and strong in heart,

beautiful in meek submission to your glorious grace

Amen.