The Words Sat Slowly Soaking
The discordant words sat long with her.
The words sat slowly soaking--
soaking in a marinade of thoughts,
thoughts seasoned with reason
In thoughts seasoned with reason,
the words were permeated and saturated--
permeated and saturated
with knowledge and wisdom
With knowledge and wisdom
the woman could finally respond.
She could respond with insight and intuition--
the insight and intuition of a sage woman
A sage woman could now respond,
a woman who knew how to season her words.
The woman who knew how to season her words--
She seasoned her words with grace.
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