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Call wisdom sister, crowned with sapphire’s fire,
And call understanding kin, a ruby’s glow,
Twin sentinels who blaze through storm’s desire,
To trace a path where onyx shadows flow.
Her voice, a stream, spills topaz through the dark,
Its currents gleam with pearls of sacred lore,
While understanding, torch with amber’s spark,
Illumes the depths where doubt’s grim emeralds soar.
No fleeting shades, they rise from hallowed stone,
With roots that clasp the bedrock of God’s will,
Through chasms strewn with jasper yet unknown,
They guide where opal blooms crown Zion’s hill.
So bind them near, these jewels fierce and bright,
For wisdom dances, insight rends the night.

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