My lady lays on pillowed bed, a book in hand, close to her head, recording mind remembering all it said.
She drinks words deep and upon them thinks, do they match God's glory?
If they don't, discarded they will be, as a fallacious story!
Her beauty is seen in a face pretty as it is kind, infused by the words of Christ the Messiah, the one who is Divine!
Don Boucher
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