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Oct 2014
Her eyes were as warm as a mid-summers day, filled with love and compassion. Her  neck was as stately as the Empire State in all it's glory, adorned with shields of ten thousand heroes. Her breast were like twin lion cubs playing in the beautiful plains of the En-geti, perfect in every-way... they were fierce. Her body ....a living work of art, like the Nile it flowed... every curve magnified it's magnificence.  Her skin was as golden as fresh honey and as smooth as Shea- butter... flawless she was from head-to-toe.  When she spoke it was soft and sweet, like strings playing in a symphony....soothing to the soul. She said.... '' Listen and tell of me.'' ... and I knew that, she wanted me to tell her story. She said.. '' I was born of man... He carried me inside of himself; until the fullness of time. Then, The Great Physician caused him to fall into a deep sleep... in the cool of the day: as he slept I was taken from his side. When, He did wake... he looked upon me.... and called me -- Wo-Man. For he said, " I was flesh of his flesh and bone of his bone, made for his pleasure, and to the glory of God!" Woman, to be his help meet, to stand beside him, to encompass him about; and he was my covering. Then, she said..." That, I Am spoke.... and His voice was like the sound of many waters.... and He said," Wonderfully and Fearfully were you made.... One plus One equaling One, for you two who came out of one .... are one again!" I Am Woman the glory of man... made in the image of God and for His honor. Then, it was like... I awaken from a deep sleep as weak as water... but somehow renewed: and I did write ... that which she spoke to me in a vision. She... who is .... Woman.
Written by
Skyy Blu
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   Naomi Sa'Rai
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