Crimson Tipped Wings (a
poem for Soror Jenea James)
I am an angel
With Crimson tipped wings
Playing my harp as I sing
Praises to my King
Made into an ancestor before
my time
Due to jealousy and a
senseless crime
Yet I fly
I smile
Although some think I'm many
miles
Away...I actually stay
Close to them and you
When my children cry out for
me I'm already there
Comforting them and
whispering, "Please don't weep"
Cradling them in my wings
until they go back to sleep
Soaring high above the
mountain tops
I will never stop
Moving as I'm free as a bird
is in the blue sky
Physical body has died
But my spirit is whole and
very much alive
God gave me Crimson tipped
wings
He knew I was His servant
through my illustrious sorority
Crimson and Cream is what I
knew
And Sorors I don't want you
to be blue
Serve in His name
Remember me for being the
same
The one...the only...Ms.
Jenea James
I will guide each of you
through servanthood
Asking to help our sistas out
that haven't understood
How great and beautiful they
are...remember me when you light the night
Full of candles
Praying for many women who
haven't escaped the daily abuse and strife
I send rainbow colored wishes
from the clouds
Praising His name
Praying that one of my wishes
for peace and joy touch a woman who is bound
Mama and Daddy I didn't want
to go...I didn't want to leave so suddenly
Thank you for being with me
Raising me and now my
children who were lead to safety
Cherish the memories
Precious moments that we
shared
Knowing that one day we will
reunite in the heavens and I can tell you face to face how much I cared
I'm no longer in harms way
Surrounded by my Savior, God my
father, Holy Spirit, ancestors and angels day by day
I'm an angel with Crimson
tipped wings
Playing my harp while I sing
Praises to the King
I will never leave you
Nor forsake you
If anything I will protect
all of you
Do not weep or feel blue
In the stillness of the night
On a sunlit day
Or when the rain falls
No matter what the day
brings...remember that I will always love you
I will cover you with...my
Crimson tipped wings
Written By
Serena T. Wills
Rest in Peace Soror Jenea
James…you are missed by many and loved by all
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