Chicken Soup for the Celibate Soul

cel·i·bate
n.
1. One who abstains from sexual intercourse, especially by reason of religious vows.

So this blog and it’s contents is a far cry from the Chicken Soup for the Soul® series but the poem that I intend to share on the subject of celibacy serves the same purpose as the Chicken Soup books do as I feel that it too has the ability “to clarify, move and inspire” those who will read it.

Background:

I first saw saw the poem in the profile of an AOL user but then when I searched for it’s source I found it resting on a site called Sisters Building Sisters©. After I copied the poem I browsed the site for a while and I must that I’m impressed–inspired actually. Now the layout is a little bland for my taste but the message and the content are very good. The motto alone makes me proud to be a black, Christian, woman: “Sisters Building Sisters, built to Uplift, Encourage and to Motivate women“. I’ve recently emailed the founder, LaTonia C. Harrell (below, right), in an effort to learn more about the site and her intentions with it. I hope she responds.

I’ve been looking to do something similar to what she’s got going on for a while now. My aim, however, is actually younger girls and young women. As an older sister I feel I have a responsibility to serve as a positive role model for my younger siblings, especially my sister. I’ll work on that tho.

Anyway, here’s the poem I’ve been speaking of:

“WAIT”
God Spoke to my spirit and said, “Wait”

When the last fool left

With my dignity in his hands

When the joker before that

Made all those demands

Mr. Right, please don’t speak to my body

Speak to mind

My soul’s been waiting too long, the right man to find

This highway of life has had its ups and its downs

I would have thought by now, true love would be found

My heart has been broken, is loneliness my fate?

God Spoke to my spirit and said, “Wait”

I’ve made some bad choices

Listened to the wrong voices

Should I keep going at this rate?

My head says yes, but God said “Wait”

I cannot deny the jealousy I feel

My feelings of envy are all too real

Always the bride’s maid, never the bride

It’s hard to keep looking, on the bright side

I try to keep myself up

Try to be pleasing to the eye

When will it be my turn to become a beautiful butterfly?

I have read the scriptures, prayed the prayers,

Sang the hymn and cast my cares

In all these things I have fought the good fight

But the loneliness still finds me in the still of the night

No one to hold on to

No one to caress

Is this what God has for those who give Him their best?

Then I remember whose child I am

I have been washed in the blood of the lamb

This temple I’ve been given is being put to the test

I must continue to give God my best

I’ve got to start living like a person who wants to be blessed

Not worrying and complaining increasing my stress

Instead of raising my voice in a fit of rage

I’m lifting my hands to give God the praise

When the praises go up the blessings come down

I know I’m getting close to higher ground

The devil continues his attempts to frustrate

God give strength and help me to wait.

© Enna Bachelor 2005