*ahem* so when attempting to write this post I kept hitting writers block. One night this past week I was helping run AV for a event happening nearby and it got rather... boring tbh. So the crew and I began talking about various topics and one girl began to share her story. Now I don't have the liberties to share said story but... I can share a poem that came to up with afterwards. So... *ahem*
Rags to Royalty:
In a city's bustling heart, where towers scrape the sky,
A homeless girl, her hopes adrift, with tearful, vacant eye.
She walked the streets, a fragile wisp, unnoticed and unseen,
A whisper in the urban throng, a shadow in between.
Her clothes were tattered rags, her hair unkempt and wild,
Yet beneath the grime and dirt, there was a noble child.
For in her heart, a spirit strong, a flicker of pure grace,
She bore the weight of life's cruel storms upon her fragile face.
She sought a morsel of reprieve, a shelter from the storm,
But in a world of heartless greed, her pleas were often scorned.
Through alleys dark and desolate, she wandered aimlessly,
A homeless soul, with dreams long lost, adrift on life's cruel sea.
One fateful day, as fate would have it, in the city square,
A royal procession graced the streets, a grand and regal affair.
The King of the land, resplendent in his noble attire,
Passed through the crowd, his subjects' cheers setting the world on fire.
Amidst the crowd, the homeless girl, her eyes met his, aglow,
For in his gaze, she saw a light, a glimmer, a hope to sow.
The King, with kindness in his heart, saw not just a beggar's plight,
But the potential for greatness, in her eyes, a radiant light.
He beckoned to his servants, in a voice both firm and kind,
"Bring her forth, this humble soul, let her presence in our midst unwind."
They approached her with gentle grace, with robes and jewels to share,
Transforming the homeless girl, now a princess, with flowing hair.
A crown of gold, a royal robe, adorned her weary frame,
Her tattered garments cast aside, her past erased by fame.
She stood beside the noble King, her spirit pure and true,
A symbol of the King's great heart, and all the good he'd do.
Her life, once filled with endless pain, now bathed in royal grace,
A homeless girl, transformed by love, a smile upon her face.
The city cheered in jubilation, as the King embraced his prize,
A tale of hope and second chances, witnessed by all eyes.
From that day on, the homeless girl, with courage deep inside,
Worked alongside the noble King, spreading kindness far and wide.
She ruled not just with jewels and gold, but with compassion, love, and might,
For the King, with wisdom in his heart, had made the world seem right.
She studied books of law and art, of histories long gone,
Becoming not just a princess, but a leader, wise and strong.
With every dawn, she ventured forth, with kindness as her guide,
To heal the wounds of aching hearts, to stand by those denied.
She built shelters for the homeless, where once she roamed the streets,
Gave voice to those unheard, silenced by life's cruel beats.
She fed the hungry, clothed the poor, with empathy profound,
A princess of the people, in every deed she found.
The city changed beneath her reign, compassion paved the way,
The poor were not forgotten, no soul was left astray.
The kingdom bloomed with newfound hope, in every smiling face,
A testament to second chances, to love's unending grace.
But amidst the grandeur and the gold, her heart stayed ever true,
Remembering the tears she shed, the pain she once knew.
In every act of kindness, in every life she touched,
She saw herself, the homeless girl, her spirit deeply clutched.
The city's bustling heart still beat, but with a different song,
A melody of empathy, where every soul belongs.
The princess and the noble King, their legacy defined,
In turning rags to royalty, they'd sowed love's grand design.
The tale of the homeless girl, who met the King that day,
Serves as a beacon in the night, a story to guide our way.
In a world where kindness reigns supreme, where love and grace take flight,
The homeless girl became a princess, and a beacon of eternal light.
In shadows deep, where kindness gleams,
A girl, unseen, wove noble dreams.
"Not with power," her whisper twirled,
"But love," she said, "can move the world."
No scepter held, no crown adorned,
Yet hearts, by her, were gently warmed.
She paved a path, both pure and thin,
For the King of Love to enter in.
Through simple acts, her light unfurled,
A bridge between a fractured world.
In humble ways, her grace did spin,
A tale where love and hope begin.
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I believe that we can get caught up in "oh im too young" or "im too poor" or a smorgasbord of other reasons when we need to just trust God and see what happens. The girl may not be rich and famous on this earth but the lives she's touched and the ways that she has paved the way for God to enter in is remarkable even at the age of 17. So my brothers and sisters, i challenge you to see you're self as Gods princess, prince, or knight (because lets be honest guys... we wanna fight a dragon). And Trust Him to make the impossible happen even when we can't see a way.
J.C. Bridgewater
AV Op, Video Editor, Musician, and Owner of "We The Steeple"
dang bruv... you have smth special, this was incredible. I personally think this is what you need to do for life man, in whatever form it might take. don't quit G
That is beautiful! Literally brought tears to my eyes!❤️
Thank you for writing it!