Her love has left her, not that she does not love. She gave her love a long time ago. She will not accept less. Her head held high, she is not as trim as she used to be, but that is fine. How she carries herself, her ways, how she deals with others, she is calm and sure, this noble lady.
Her friends, wonder. This is not happening. What has she done with her life; they wonder. Sacrifice was never their way. They refuse to understand. Like the widow who gave the two bits all those years ago, she is remembered, unlike those who chose comfort instead. Lucky woman, our noble lady is, amen.
Solomon sighed. He was on a visit with an old friend. He encounters an ageing woman, full of the steel of life. There is a twinkle in her eye. How did she remain single he wonders…
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