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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