A Poem, Inspired by Vermeer's The Milkmaid.
She thinks of riches
And sweet treats to eat.
Silk gowns she imagines,
And all things elite.
She imagines great balls,
So grand and magnificent;
She would be dessed in jewels,
Right down to her feet.
Instead of a straw mat,
Upon a dirt floor,
She envisions a bed,
Where she'd never get sore.
She would be known,
For miles around,
As the prettiest maid,
One with a crown!
She dreams of suitors,
Begging for her hand.
And milky white skin
Instead of hers, so tanned.
On quests they would go,
To win her affection.
To them, she's known
As the soul of perfection.
Oh! Fair Maiden,
Want not these things!
Their beauty is temorary,
On them you cannot cling.
When trials afflict you
And all you see is darkness,
Will a thousand rubies
Keep you from distress?
Sweet, frivolous maiden,
You know it is true.
So believe in the One
Who will never forsake you.
Find your pleasure in the One,
Whose love is eternal,
He will never let you down,
Like these things, external.
-Jane Ellen Brown
4 comments:
What a WONDERFUL peom! Thanks for sharing.
A great reminder...how easy it is to get caught up in STUFF! :P
Okay, now did YOU pen the poem? It is beautiful and sings so true. What an inspiration for us all. You, my granddaughter, are so special and I am constantly reminded how blessed we were the day you came into our lives. I am so proud of the young woman you are becoming. XXXXXXXXOOOOOOOOOO
Yes, she DID pen the poem. I loved it, too.
Jane Ellen, you are an inspiration to your ole mom.
Love, Mom
Gorgeous!
Your a poet and you know it!
Bee
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