Her

How can I describe her beauty?
I cannot, for by describing it, I can only compare it to things you know.

I can only compare it to the sun’s gentle kiss on the morning dew,
The moon’s protective glow on the winter’s snow,
The laughter of a mountain waterfall on a warm summer’s day.

I can only tell you of the song in her heart and the light in her soul,
Her loving embrace of those around her.

I can only try to describe her beauty on the outside,
the mirror of her true beauty on the inside.

I can only describe these things, and you would compare them to things you know.

You would not know her.

 

Wrap yourself in the smell of tomorrow’s children
The touch of innocent laughter among the wisdom of all-knowing trees.

Give yourself up to the caress of yesterdays on your cheek
And the demand of tomorrows in your heart.

Hear the lives loved and loves lived
In a symphony of life and celebration.

 Listen to the rainbow of wonder about you,
And the Embrace of God within,
Warming all who drink of Her presence.

Fall into the field of stars,
Finding your soul in the womb of creation
And the blanket of complete love.

And you would begin to understand
My love for her.