The filigree spring leaf of the mighty oak, so tender and fragile, makes you wonder if you, too, can rally your thoughts so you can help a sensitive woman. I don’t mean the spawn of feminism, I mean a real woman.
In the world I know there is none more powerful than the Mother of God. Yet according to the biblical record, the most forward thing she did was hint to Jesus that “They have no wine.” You’d never want to crush a flower like that.
But she has the word, and the Word is what came to free us from bad habits, from unfaithfulness, from a faux pas, from a glitch, from a mistake that would sink us forever in the never-found waters of infinity. Oh, for a woman with intelligence and connections like that, and the sensitivity of the oak leaf in mid-spring.
Civilization 