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All she had was the costliest offering: her tears. Each wrapt years of prayers she didnt know how to say
He knew. He saw. He loved her heart
She asked nothing, she only gave.
The alabaster jar carried perfume worth all she owned. All she saw was her God. And He was bigger than the sum total of her invisibility.
On this broken moment, she worshipped
to the rhythm of her heart.
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Apologies unable to answer mail / your valued comments;
Am in recovery.
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