To the Woman: The Final Piece of Creation

 I was inspired by one to write this.

Now I share it with others, because it does not describe one woman, but all.

To the woman…

Not an afterthought of creation,
not a final piece carelessly placed—
but the last piece brought forth
to complete a perfect picture.

For without her,
the image remains unfinished.

She is not weak.
She carries within her the power
to birth and nurture a nation.
From the depths of her pain
can rise the heights of great joy.

Yet do not mistake gentleness for frailty.
Though her strength may take another form,
she is capable of causing deep wounds
when wronged.
She should never be underestimated.

She is not less wise.
Though her heart may be moved by emotion,
wisdom still finds its voice through her lips.

She has stood beside kings and rulers,
a quiet counselor in the halls of power—
the small rudder that steers the great ship,
the unseen hand guiding its course.

Ignore her words,
and you may yet be shipwrecked.

When she chooses not to wound,
it is not because she lacks the power,
but because she chooses grace—
the grace that gives life
and nurtures it.

I know her as a mother.
I know her as sisters.
And one day I shall know another
as a companion.

So here’s to you, woman—
the final piece of a perfect creation.
Seemingly last,
yet arriving exactly when you were meant to.

You carry a strength
that defies understanding.

God was right—
the world would have been incomplete without you.

Here’s to you, woman—
a marvel of creation.
The final piece of the perfect picture.

Happy Women’s Day.