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Character Version 2

What the world Thinks a woman is? That's her 'reputation'. Sadly, It's often based On false accusation, Prejudice and supposition. Upon further investigation What's been found, She really is? That's her 'character'. For its her heart's Attunement and intention, That truly matter. (Hence, the question.) At any rate Though it is fate, Which presents Her circumstances, Love still requires That a woman Take her chances, To determine her character. In that way The seeds of Her wisdom will scatter. If here and now She were to somehow, Receive an unexpected And sudden impact, How would she react? How would she respond? If the truth be known, Character is a diamond That scratches a little, Every other stone. Yet never Has there been A magic wand, Rock or crystal More powerful Than a woman's Strong backbone. We each need A mind and will Of our own, To fulfill. Character Is a victory, Not a gift. Underneath the mystery Lies the lesson To uplift. Character, As a kettle Once mended, Always requires repairs. Sin, As a bad habit Once transcended, Always requires prayers. Like the story goes, A person shows What she is; By what she does With what she has, Not by whom She knows. Self-determinism Is fine but needs To be tempered With self-control. Misfortune will Usually decline wherever Soul recognition Becomes The ultimate goal. ---------------------------------- Wisdom Poetry by Rev.Bola A (copyright: 12May'12) ----------------------------------

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Date: 1/25/2016 4:55:00 PM
REV.BOLA ANIMASHAUM, Excellent written poem, Awesome flow. Luv ** SKAT **
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Date: 2/20/2013 4:22:00 PM
Hero's Hester Pryne, Joan of Arc. They were flawed and many others like them. But God raised them up. And the great lie that God doesn't share His glory gets shattered only to be raised again and again. We have only look around ourselves.
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