She portrays grace and beauty, her heart is one of deep compassion and empathy. She creates stunning works of art with her imagination, her voice, her words, her hands, her body, and her soul. Truly empathetic to friends and strangers alike she glides smoothly through her daily routine.
Oh, who is this person, she sounds wonderful!?
Look in the mirror. She is wonderful - she is you and she is me. She is all of us.
As instinctively as an accidental hand recoils from a piping hot stove, she shrinks back with a quick intake of breath. From being the exuberant center of attention to growing suddenly stone quiet, her warm heart chills. Her gentle words turn harsh, her tongue lashes out like a whip, her feelings scuffed over very little and absolutely crushed by something big.
Who is this wounded person? She is you and she is me. She is all of us.
Somewhere between conquering and failing she falls.
Violently trembling she steps left and glimpses love just birthed; she holds dear communion there.
She eyes longingly to her right where there once lived love but they look away in fear of her gentle yet challenging countenance.
In silent desperation she looks forward for the answer.
There before her he stands. Her rock, her center.
"Come here," upon her crown, he breathes air sweet like first cut hay.
"It is okay to keep watch to the East and to the West with discernment, but let us both forge ahead."
In obedience and submission and being given permission, with great relief in her spirit, she steps forward and places her hand in his as she follows him.
Her fingers thaw in his heated, life-affirming grasp.
"Who is this steady person?"
He is your Beloved and he is my Beloved. Cherished, Prized, Dearest, Wise -- He is all of these.