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