She has the uncommon grace <br />of exceeding beauty <br />but not being aware of it; <br /> <br />she has a gentle voice, <br />music in her breath, <br />offering it to everyone. <br /> <br />She has the contentment <br />that is an inner peace <br />which attracts and heals <br />the harmed and the tense- <br />and her supply is endless. <br /> <br />She had no sense of scarcity, <br />giving her smile endlessly. <br /> <br />Anger melts down, <br />bows down; <br />spent- <br />awed by her. <br /> <br />Candy mints <br />kiss her hand <br />for the sweetness. <br /> <br />She moves among us <br />lightly. <br /> <br />There are some of us <br />who are angel-lit- <br />are touched <br />by unseen hands, <br />by Boundless Bliss; <br />by Mystery <br />where inner light <br />pours forth <br />through eyes, and heart- <br />a prepossessing earth-bound divinity, <br />who when she enters a room. <br />everyone feels it. <br /> <br />Everyone sees it <br />except the one <br />who inhabits it.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-is-31/
