Lovely
what came next is the understanding of something i on my own could not comprehend.....
something that an angel may describe as being perfection in the brightness of the sun's light radiant and bringing a direction to a darkened path...
as a dove, a fallen fresh snow new and blankets all that can be seen, it would seem purity could attempt to describe what i have been witness to..
free and flying without a direction to speak of, without judgement, and pleasing to most that take a moment to listen.....she is what makes wonderful a word, what makes remarkable something more than desire to see it. in truth nature, creation the majesty of glory should cause the normal passer by to stop and take notice... for it may never happen again a witness to such a soft and deep, worthy and wise beyond most of the rest of us....
I consider myself blessed to see, to hear, and to smell now all that i thought to be a blessing becomes sensational when made new by her presence....and lovely becomes a new defintion of a name, of a voice, of a laughter that stops my breath and my heart skips a beat....in the most meaningful way i have come to know, life lived over and seen and toiled after again, i have thought nothing new could exist....what comes after the dream ends and hope is left to be something lost a day ago. the rising of a new sun the voice heard and a smile that should be seen every day first thing...lovely is a word belonging to the one that makes it a breath giving hope and life, bringing newness where it had been lost, sharing a heart that normally would be missed and without trying beauty radiates in every way.....