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beauty is sometimes rare to a person, not physical beauty but spiritual beauty ..
I sometimes see myself as the piece of dirt that sits under the shade of a blooming Flower.
I don't know if I'm a piece of the mix that fertilizes it or there holding moisture for it to thrive ..
Either way I'm okay with .. I'm shaded by the beauty above me, the sun shines through it's petals bringing me a rainbow of translucent color .. it's like a covering from an umbrella really.. a canopy from getting picked or scorched ..
people who come into my presence mistake me many times for having a lack of interest in them,
I smile as they say this because little do they realize their Inner beauty has captivated me beyond words I can speak ..beyond all movement of my lips .. Their presence to me is like the viewing of haleys comet..Rare... their spirit not their body is what intrigues me ..its like the finger of God poked through a cloud and touched the tip of mine whispering " Look closely at what I've created"..
I wish sometimes I could speak faster then their decision to move on is .. But I can't , I just saw something that's priceless, valuable , and worth loving .. sometimes God takes our breath away ..it streaks off like the tail end of a comet ..
And still I can't move ..
I sometimes see myself as the piece of dirt that sits under the shade of a blooming Flower.
I don't know if I'm a piece of the mix that fertilizes it or there holding moisture for it to thrive ..
Either way I'm okay with .. I'm shaded by the beauty above me, the sun shines through it's petals bringing me a rainbow of translucent color .. it's like a covering from an umbrella really.. a canopy from getting picked or scorched ..
people who come into my presence mistake me many times for having a lack of interest in them,
I smile as they say this because little do they realize their Inner beauty has captivated me beyond words I can speak ..beyond all movement of my lips .. Their presence to me is like the viewing of haleys comet..Rare... their spirit not their body is what intrigues me ..its like the finger of God poked through a cloud and touched the tip of mine whispering " Look closely at what I've created"..
I wish sometimes I could speak faster then their decision to move on is .. But I can't , I just saw something that's priceless, valuable , and worth loving .. sometimes God takes our breath away ..it streaks off like the tail end of a comet ..
And still I can't move ..
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