"Her Ways Are Ways Of Pleasantness,
And All Her Paths Are Peace."
Proverbs 3:17
Pleasantness, peasants, tilling frozen soil and popping veggies in sweetness to a palate that speaks of peace and not war. Holiness happening as eyes light up, eyes with passion like a flaming Chanukah menorah on the 8th day. Not burning out, eyes as light as the skies, men hungry and sitting in passionate wait, for a day of release from slavery and captivity. Her ways are peace, her ways, not his ways, his ways fight war so she has peace. Ways of pleasantness do not antagonize, uses choice words, like fine meats, mouths filled with bovine, slaughtered with kindness. Cows that chew cud, feet are bare when the Lord takes off your shoes, only to wear boots to fight against illness and pestilence, diseases caused by body impurities, infections setting in when spoils go around, not touching spoils, not touching anyone. Smiling and jumping up and running away, catch me if you can! Intelligence turned into a healthy biological oil spill, needing to do nothing but smile, not hungering, not struggling, energy with healthy synapses--her ways are peaceful. Her name is Naomi. She reads me like a book. All her paths are pleasantly peaceful.
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