She whispers and I follow…

She whispers and I follow…
The universe always willing to help…
She allows me to look with Her eyes…
Often, only, at the softness of sound.

She always makes me push my boundaries…
Shows me that all life is on the other side of fear…
Fear, being simply a shadow to walk through…
Through a slit into the present.

She is the integration of every faith…
Like life in a painting…
It doesn’t take much to see Her…
She is in the center of those in most need.

It has taken me a long time to understand this…
Now, I’m full to bursting…
She can never be found in an angry stream of words…
Or with those fancy-pants pups.

She only gives me what I already have…
Places the gold medal around my neck…
To so many others, you are Her…
And to me, She is you.

I love you,

Annie