The Message

I've got a message for the man in the street
Who it appears to me has been blinded-
Without the woman you'd be obsolete,
I think it's time that you were reminded.

She's like a flower trampled under your feet,
Whose sweet scent is wasted on the air-
Yet somehow in your macho conceit,
It seems to me that you are unaware.

A precious gem in the palm of your hand,
That you treat as if a common stone-
Brothers, it's time that you understand,
That she's a Queen in need of a throne.

You see her flesh and ignore her soul,
With hardened hearts, you can crush her spirit-
And though you need her to make you whole
When she cries out, you can't even hear it.

Through God's grace, we've been given a gift-
And you can't even see beyond the wrapping-
The love inside, you just set it adrift,
Left with the sound of one hand clapping.

I've got a message for the man in the street,
When it appears needs to be reminded-
Without the woman you'd be incomplete,
You'd search for peace and you'd never find it.

Like a one-eyed King in the land of the blind,
You think you've ot it all figured out-
But one day, you'll awaken to find
That you've been left with the shadow of doubt.

You won't miss your water 'til the well runs dry,
And you're left to suffer in your thirst-
Some woman's daughter will just wave goodbye
To the apology that you'd rehearsed.

How long do you think she'll play your game,
Until her own heart begins to harden-
You'll only have yourself to blame,
When she begins to tend to her own garden.

A place where flowers aren't carelessly plucked,
Where swollen grapes grow upon the vine-
Her own place where she can reconstruct,
Her sense of self and find peace of mind.

I've got a message for the man in the street,
What you've lost, I hope one day to find it-
And I'll sip that nectar that's o' sweet,
Just the way that God has designed it.

I'd be there to wipe the tears from her eyes,
And let her lay her head upon my chest-
I'd be there to hear her whispered sighs,
To satisfy her and to give her rest.

You've held a jewel in the palm of your hand,
And treated it like a common stone-
One day soon, perhaps you'll understand,
Why I chose to place her upon a throne.

March: National Woman's Month
Gary Field M05398 O.C.I.
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