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Bring them to me. Let me breathe their scent. Melt in their warmth and be important again.
Give me the sense of a simpleton to know what soft skin and questions are worth.
Make my dull mind a genius if it means I’ll change. Understand love and people.
That the value of the equation is greater than the sum of the parts of transient things
NO- than the best result the catalysts the world offers may yield.
Bring them to me to wrap myself around them and feel every inch of them. As if wrapped in good and purity.
So that I can be for those moments washed pure and made good.
Give me their eyes, glistening, sun like with wisdom of kings and ages so that I can again understand life and suffering.
Hand me their hearts so their strength can be palpable and I can recognize the power in every beat of will and resilience. They’ve withstood my pain with the courage of warriors who come back again and again. And again.
Watch me run – the coward. Selfish and afraid. Confused by nothing. Filled with everything and feeling empty.
Study this fool, this idiot, and learn.
Learn what not to do.
-william bougereau
BE BEAUTIFUL
Be beautiful. Take the time to tell yourself that it isn’t vain to notice you are unique.
Every band of light wrapped in your dark hair flows like mothers milk, enveloping your face, neck, wrists and trickles down to my life’s fascination your perfect little toes.
Each one picked like flowers from the Virgin Mary’s garden.
You are everything I ever wanted to be. You are perfection.
Your voice breaks the silence with each utterance drenched and heavy with the importance of life. As I watch you form each thought and tell your brain to search for just the right word my heart skips a beat, awash in the significance that each moment is wholly and completely new.
It is new to the world and to creation because it is you who are speaking it for the first time. Using that brand new to this earth, blessedly, beautiful voice and body no one in the entire world before or after except for me, right here, right now has heard or will hear again.
Not for the first time.
You are power and substance doll, you are promise and hope angel, and never forget that at one moment you held all the beauty of the virgin mother within you. Her child.
Own your blessings with honest humility and be beautiful like God made you.
Teach the world to be gentle and show it honest intentions.
True beauty of body, mind and spirit is the most sincere of honors.
To the memory of this mother who also knew purity when she saw you for the first time and to the one who had the beautiful idea to create you.
(c) 2007 Crystal Martinez
