Whom much is given

Moonlight dances upon her peace. Her church. She offers up her body in motion. Blessed offerings of a shimmering shower of an anointed potion. For all that wish to lead their moments of with faith and never ending.  Without cease.  Redolence hints of lavender from the embodiment of her grace. Her face scintillating. Bountiful remains of shimmer weep off of her soul. Truths and lies, each a part as if they were stitched with the lives that she herself unfolds, as if sprung from a flowers bed. A state of discernment that fills the air with a thickness, a weight, an echoing proverbial billowing light. A warmth that wraps you in an embrace that once was built for only lovers. Feet moving at the berm, relenting, allowing the take over, Encapsulation and sweeping beyond. A dance of the ages? Conveying, interpreting the message for the awakened. Her gilded life in which she was born yet fought to keep. Herself, a queen of her own cloud. A cloud that didn't cover but uplifted. Uplifted, her tongue in exultation. A woman of courage, bathing in remembrance that from which she was stitched.  Remembering the ground from which she sprang forth.  Never forgetting that the cold water from which she drank also cleansed her body and washed the world so thoughtfully.  Donning fiercely her auriferous melinated skin. Never altering it, bending it, nor shrouding its elegance. Why hide the glory in order to be perceived as something less powerful?Less threatening in someone else's story? Her glory revealed. Her being shown. Her queendom. Her throne. All on high, no end could be known for there was no end. Energy never truly dies but only experiences metamorphosis. Shoulders bear the weight of the lives she helps to guide.  Her mind bears the knowledge of the lives she must cicerone . Lives that she is charged to stand guard. Never callow in her path of greatness. Triumph throughout the trinity. Triumph with the trinity. Her crown ever known. Her spirit ever shown. Revere of powers greater, much greater than her own. Deeply humbled and focused. Her mission handed down by the creator with irrevocable blessedly favor. Each moment only temporary in all of its majesty. In herself, change was her story . As the butterfly is to caterpillar. Her atelier was her chrysalis. Greatness was ubiquitous.

Chosen Fruit