She is light.
She glows with gentle radiance
that touches everyone she meets with her warmth.
She is peace.
In her calm presence you are comforted
simply by being near her serene heart.
She is whole.
She does not need anything from anyone,
for she has found the font of her strength within herself.
She is love.
Reblogged this on The Sound of What Happens and commented:
This is an absolutely stunning poem. I just had to share it.
Methinks she is you.
That’s a nice thing to say. She is actually a composite of a few people: Mrs. Hewlett my neighbour when I was a pre-schooler, my Auntie Sheila who had 8 kids and was sunshine, and my friend Heather, to name a few.