The Measure of a Woman

The measure of woman is not always defined by marriage,

nor by the number of children she has conceived.

It is not proven by how loudly she recites sacred verses

or how tightly she clings to prophetical promises.

It is not determined by the luxury she can afford

or the favors accumulated from influential men.

Nor is it measured by a catalogue of degrees

or an impressive record of professional accomplishments.

Rather—

It is found in the woman who sits daily at her God’s feet,

basking humbly in revealed wisdom,

unearthing the sacred truths of her buried history.

There, she comes to understandthat although grace rests upon her,

success will never be handed to her freely.

She wears a smile that adversity cannot erase.

She turns failure into opportunity.

She converts setbacks into stepping stones.

Amid sorrow,

she refuses to sit down with unforgiveness.

She has learned from her "then."

today, she embraces her “now”— even in lack,

while intentionally building her “after” with patience and tact.

Crowned in Bantu knots,

she continues her walk with quiet authority,

never forgetting her people.

Her curves ageless.

Her ebony skin radiant—

despite the visible imprints of life’s blows.

At her footsteps, the wind softens.

Storms lose their fury.

The moon hums gently as she rests.

The sun honors her rising.

And heaven beams at her faith.

To her friends, she is sister.

To her family, she is pillar and matriarch.

That's the her worth. That's her measure.

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