It's strange, I read from the King James Bible, Proverbs 31
The words of king Lemuel, the prophecy that his mother taught him..
What, my son? and what, the son of my womb? and what the son of my vows?
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Give her the fruit of her hands; and let her own words praise her in the gates.
it seemed similar but not as eloquent as the one I had read to me at a Quaker gathering those months ago. I don't know what version of the bible she was reading from, but it really spoke more to the nature of truth and not to seek wisdom from learned men. Men who pray for power. I'm ashamed to admit when she read it, I felt like it was speaking to me more than any other thing, like the words from her mouth were directed at me. I felt surreal, I felt humility. It was a powerful moment Like I had been long oblivious to sins, now exposed. I felt vulnerable, as if my sins were known to all.