The woman then left her waterpot, and went her way into the city… John 4:28

The glory settled into the midst of her

In through her eyes

Clothed in a cloud, the bow compassed her about

With songs of deliverance

In through her ears

The dew of heaven dropped

Onto her tongue

Like wafers made with honey

The glory entered in

digesting, distilling

In the innermost parts of her belly

Encircling her thighs

lilies

dripping liquid myrrh

Sandled to her feet

the work of a master hand

her curse, the Glory burst

creating

blessing

promising

“O noble daughter!”

You will no longer thirst

With a wall of fire round about her

the Glory

swelling up in the midst of her

the river of the water of life now flows

from His established royal throne with amber, glows

in her, Glory had made His home

assuaging her

She would never again walk alone

For I, saith the LORD, will be unto her a wall of fire round about,

and will be the glory in the midst of her. Zechariah 2:5

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