| And beold, a seed of truth was planted in the womb of my mind.
In secret I labored with it, and in due season I did give birth to it in my words, saying "behold this word, which is the child of the Most High.
Let Nature bear witness of this child-gift that wise men have so long awaited.
Yea, for this word will mature, and in due season she will open her pages so that all might enter her, and partake of her beauty, her comfort, and the sunshine of her love. For she is as a candle, as 7 candles, illuminating the darkness with her revelations. |