She Inspires
She inspires dreams in me then shows me how to make them real Gradually, she taught me to build houses made of pictures that move and inspire She taught me of the beauty in pain of how bricks fired in a kiln of misery can make the most beautiful homes There is a hint of steel behind her radiant face as if she needs protection from those who might show her the wrong kind of love And yet she dives among us for Wednesday morning communion she could have had a tranquil bourgeois life of tea & scones and art museums but her luminous eyes see beauty in the weathered faces around our breakfast table And we see beauty in her; she inspires an urge to brush wisps of straw-colored hair back from her face But no, she makes a distance, a steely shield to ward off hurt and I watch her, as if through a window she is like a gem, displayed but not to be held Eleven months after meeting her, I tap out words to delight you snapping pictures through a lens she made sharing a taste of the beauty that she inspires....a tribute to my poetic mentor, originally written & posted January 2002... Written March 4th, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 05:05 PM PST 10 • 0
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