The Invisible Woman

You see my face,
but my name escapes you

See the work of my hands,
but my toil evades you

The smile on my face boasts of humility,
but behind it, tired eyes are hoping you see.

I service in silence
Anonymous is my name.

I have no outstanding achievements
No title to claim.

In secret, my tears have watered my face
pining to be known, to be given a place.

My Father, who sees me,
Has counted each deed

Not once did he miss me
when I helped fill a need.

What good to me are a man’s affirmations
compared to impact I’ve had for a Holy Nation?

How fleeting the pleasure
of mortal man’s praise

In light of my God’s;
The Ancient of Days’.

I am known,
yet regarded as unknown.


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