One morning I was
Sitting in church, watching
Us sistahs sitting on alert.

Asking this question
Again and again...
Is there a wedding ring
On his left hand?

On this particular Sunday
My heart began to sojourn
Upon my inner thoughts
My mind began to question

Must my heart
Skip a beat
As I watch
Him take his seat?

Must I drool
Like a fool
Thinking he’s
So neat and cool?

Must I be just like food
On a buffet display
Hoping I be the lucious dish
That goes on his tray?

Must I keep my heart
In check,
Just in case
He disconnect?

Must I date and
Date and date
Because on God
I cannot wait?

Until time summons
Will I be content
In being God’s woman?

Joyce Rogers/poet
copyright 1998

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