Musings on Gender Prejudice

She ached for children;
He desired a son.
Five years into their wedlock,
They still had none.

"What good is a woman
Who's barren?"  They said.
"Clearly, she's useless;
Might as well be dead."

Through the years, she was accused,
But of the man, none thought ill.
(Yet she had been fertile since her youth
And unknown to them, he was sterile.)

Each time they tried,
Disappointment loomed in sight.
Until her visitor came three days late
One fateful December night.

The whole town rejoiced.
Her honor was restored...
She gave him bloodstained sheets
And he gave her a divorce.

-Nocturnal Scribe

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Musing's on God's Goodness

I am an asphyxiated scream
Lodged in a stale trachea,
All but bursting at the seam,
Unable to contain this mania.

I am 21 years of unworthy,
Undeserving of grace and mercy;
But blessed, blessed, blessed
More than words can ever express.

I am proof of God's love and grace.
He cleared my windpipes, gave me air.
And I will praise Him all my days
Because the beauty of grace
Is that it makes life not fair.

-Nocturnal Scribe

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