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An aged woman her sight waxing dim Waits at the gate called patience A stalwart near the inner court; Whose walls are named deliverance Bolted by a door of praise. She watches at the gate intently Though many hurriedly egress & fewer enter by it. She tells those who will listen: I look for the one coming from Edom The one dressed in red The wearer of the royal turban The giver of the eternal ring. So old She is rumoured to be immortal Her name is Kheftsivah Though some call her Beulah But I prefer her sacred name; Wisdom & the secret one not yet given. She is there still, they say Ancient yet standing Watching & waiting            © Qwey.ku
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC
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An aged woman her sight waxing dim Waits at the gate called patience A stalwart near the inner court; Whose walls are named deliverance Bolted by a door of praise. She watches at the gate intently Though many hurriedly egress & fewer enter by it. She tells those who will listen: I look for the one coming from Edom The one dressed in red The wearer of the royal turban The giver of the eternal ring. So old She is rumoured to be immortal Her name is Kheftsivah Though some call her Beulah But I prefer her sacred name; Wisdom & the secret one not yet given. She is there still, they say Ancient yet standing Watching & waiting            © Qwey.ku
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC
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