A Sonnet on Isaiah 3:16 – 4:6
How poor you are while living so rich and vain!
Designer lenses hide your haughty eyes.
You pass the new-made widow in her pain
to flash your pearly whites at wealthy guys.
Your credit cards are ever racking up
your debt for purses, perfectly styled hair,
shirts, skirts, and sweaters, but they aren’t enough –
the silver bounces brightly everywhere.
One day, your wardrobe will be torn apart,
your hair fall out in patches in your hand.
No man will stop to heal your broken heart,
and you won’t even have the strength to stand.
But you will know true beauty when the Lord
washes you cleaner than you could ever afford.