God bless the day I received my sight. God bless every beautiful woman who stood strong in my life. God blessed me with five angels. Each one shows up right on time. They give me gifts of love, courage, patience, and kindness. They feed me faith and plates with smothered roasted chicken, and rice and gravy. Soul food. They embody love. Dance. Art. Joy. Song. They are wisdom, prophecy, warnings, good health, and discernment. They are peace, joy, grace, and patience. They are long suffering. They are beautifully black and shades of gold, copper, oranges, yellows, and creams. They willingly bleed for the life and prosperity of others and show me their wounds. They teach me from that place. I soak up their words like the last corner of gravy with a biscuit. They are the light bearers. They guide me along this path. They are the anointed. The truth tellers, the forgiven, the royal.
They are authors, teachers, preachers, counselors, mothers, warriors, givers, forgivers, philanthropist, property owners, lawyers, students. They are extensions of me, they are extensions of God. They make my life full of fruit and joy.