EJ

So many faces, so much diversity, depth, intelligence and meaning.  I see the sculpted marble of a beautiful piece of art, perfectly molded and held together by poise and confidence.  Grace is bound up in the very fibers of your soul, weaving in and out of your many facets and bonding them into an aura that feels like sunshine when you laugh, which is often.  

When you are quiet, your silence is like dew in the morning, calm and refreshing with no pressure to speak and break the spell of deep, wordless understanding between true friends.  Your mind is a jewel that bursts forth rays of enlightenment that pour from your lips like a fountain of honey, sweet to those who recognize its value and intriguing to those who chance into the atmosphere of its perfume.  

Your will is like forged iron that has stood the test of time and come out unscathed.  You hold justice in one hand and drops of pure mercy cradled in the other.  You have a balance in which “judge not” outweighs your priceless opinions that are painted by an underground artist who someday will be known throughout the world.  Your back is strong like Atlas as you carry the pain of the world in your heart yet your body does not flinch and your knees do not falter as you wake up each day to trudge through the slimy quicksand of the world that would like to see you crumble.  

You have come out of the valley and to the top of the mountains where nothing can cast a shadow on you and you have silently rejoiced, basking in the light of the future.   

7/21/2011