The Well-Living Woman

Clothed in modesty, not for the world’s gaze, But for the quiet peace that fills her days. She walks to please her Lord alone, sincere and true, In every whispered prayer, His love breaking through. Not swayed by voices loud or cold, Yet eager still for truths untold From wise and gentle hearts she learns, To kindle flames that never burn. Quiet strength shines deep inside, Steadfast spirit, with nothing to hide. Unapologetic for the path she’s chosen, A gentle warrior, silent yet unbroken. Who is she? The dawn’s soft bloom, A soul that brightens every room The well-living woman, pure and bright, Wrapped in grace, a calm, enduring light.