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The Wonder of Women
Posted by
Dr. D
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08 September 2012
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Throughout Christian history, Eve was viewed as the culprit giving the forbidden fruit to her unsuspecting spouse. I have always found that amusing. The fact is that when God gave the command not to eat of the fruit, Eve had not yet been created. It is supposed that she was informed of the prohibition by her mate, Adam.
So it remained through the chronicles of the past. Women were to be informed of what they needed to know by their husbands. 1 Peter instructs, “Let a woman learn quietly with all submissiveness . . . . “ They were to be kept unaware, uninvolved and outside of the church.
We speak of the progress made in our most recent times. A woman can vote, seek public office, be a CEO of a major corporation and rule a nation. She is skilled and equipped to do monumental things. And yet . . . . none of these portray her greatest worth.
Amidst the clamor of a day, when tension and pressure consume the soul . . . . there is the touch. The simple touch that sooths the torments of the day and teaches of greater things. Fingers course your cheek and send the silent message that indeed, all is well. There is no greater power than the touch. It will not be found with the therapist or guru. It is the signal of being loved and it rescues you from the dungeons of reality.
A woman may compete in a man’s world, but he is lost in hers. He cannot survive in the wilderness of her emotions or the fleeting panorama of her thoughts. He cannot share her visions or enter the heaven of her eternal hope.
A woman speaks volumes through her eyes, for they contain a language of their own. Some women have eyes that say, “Love me or I’ll die.” Others have eyes that say, “Love me or I’ll kill you.” The eyes that smile, grow dark with thunderous storms, glisten with the glow of fairies and become deep and impenetrable. A woman can see into the canyons of a man’s soul and go there to erase his sins. She can clean the attic of his mind and wash away his woes and worries. She is the oracle of his being and she does it all without him knowing.
The salvation of man can be found in a woman’s most basic vocabulary. “It’s alright,” makes it alright. “It’s going to be okay,” can be written in stone. “Good morning,” enriches the entire day. For men are the submissive ones. They are swayed and governed by a smile or frown. They find shelter and relief in the circle of her arms. The warmth of her nearness gives a home to their dreams.
Even God underestimated her. She is not a mere companion. She is the substance, the essence of whatever a man may become. She conquers and controls, governs, rewards, chastises and calms without violence or war. She is the perfect machine of dominance and does it with a touch, a look, a word and a sigh.
I have seen no greater beauty, be it sunsets or the moon mirrored on water. I have witnessed no scene more spectacular or enduring. I know of no place as marvelous as her arms. She is woman and she is the best humanity has to offer.
So it remained through the chronicles of the past. Women were to be informed of what they needed to know by their husbands. 1 Peter instructs, “Let a woman learn quietly with all submissiveness . . . . “ They were to be kept unaware, uninvolved and outside of the church.
We speak of the progress made in our most recent times. A woman can vote, seek public office, be a CEO of a major corporation and rule a nation. She is skilled and equipped to do monumental things. And yet . . . . none of these portray her greatest worth.
Amidst the clamor of a day, when tension and pressure consume the soul . . . . there is the touch. The simple touch that sooths the torments of the day and teaches of greater things. Fingers course your cheek and send the silent message that indeed, all is well. There is no greater power than the touch. It will not be found with the therapist or guru. It is the signal of being loved and it rescues you from the dungeons of reality.
A woman may compete in a man’s world, but he is lost in hers. He cannot survive in the wilderness of her emotions or the fleeting panorama of her thoughts. He cannot share her visions or enter the heaven of her eternal hope.
A woman speaks volumes through her eyes, for they contain a language of their own. Some women have eyes that say, “Love me or I’ll die.” Others have eyes that say, “Love me or I’ll kill you.” The eyes that smile, grow dark with thunderous storms, glisten with the glow of fairies and become deep and impenetrable. A woman can see into the canyons of a man’s soul and go there to erase his sins. She can clean the attic of his mind and wash away his woes and worries. She is the oracle of his being and she does it all without him knowing.
The salvation of man can be found in a woman’s most basic vocabulary. “It’s alright,” makes it alright. “It’s going to be okay,” can be written in stone. “Good morning,” enriches the entire day. For men are the submissive ones. They are swayed and governed by a smile or frown. They find shelter and relief in the circle of her arms. The warmth of her nearness gives a home to their dreams.
Even God underestimated her. She is not a mere companion. She is the substance, the essence of whatever a man may become. She conquers and controls, governs, rewards, chastises and calms without violence or war. She is the perfect machine of dominance and does it with a touch, a look, a word and a sigh.
I have seen no greater beauty, be it sunsets or the moon mirrored on water. I have witnessed no scene more spectacular or enduring. I know of no place as marvelous as her arms. She is woman and she is the best humanity has to offer.
