And then, the flow began:
\nThe life that was their own,
\nThe life that was her own
\nThat urged a broad wingspan;
\nNo longer words, alone
\nNo longer friends outgrown….<\/p>\n
She found true love without a man;
\nWon lands afar without a throne;
\nTraversed where none had ever flown –
\nAnd all of this, without a plan,
\nWithout a soul yet to condone
\nThe very life she’d only known<\/p>\n
With only whispers of “I can…!”
\nShe lifts her eyes, will not bemoan
\nThe very life, love some’d disown;
\nThough from malaise he’d said she ran,
\nThrough heartaches, breaks come on full-blown,
\nShe’d come to now, to but intone,<\/p>\n
To sing like ancient Solomon
\nHer heart’s truth, life and love depone
\nIn psalms, her soul’s brilliant lodestone;
\nTo find in sweet, attentive span
\nAnd unfailingly true touchstone
\nHer life, her love ne’er to atone…<\/p>\n
And then, and so her flow began….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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