Woman. Hallowed be thy truth of light, for there dwells half skies of heaven. No glory might become best time's miracle, nor more sacred any dimension. For thou art also God's other of core, becoming by thy brightest being, whole this humankind. Thou art by love, circumference of spirit, celestial, holy, and sublime. Blessed be then thy height of things, in which thy being, by passion, becomes empowered and entwined.