Blessed Soul Part I

Dante caught Beatrice looking at him and smiled. "I dare say that right now you look even more handsome to me than when I first made your acquaintance." "So what blessed soul was the recipient of your wisdom today?" her long time love asked. This Lady with a blue flowing gown, simplistic in cut, gently closed her eyes and began to reflect in general about the damage that society created for itself. Humans still had so much to try to learn before it was too late. Then her mind centered on a young girl who was always in pursuit of Mr. Right. Beatrice had to show this girl that she was in danger of losing herself to the men in her life. Men while starting with good intentions were really just thinking of their own selfish wants and needs. "I had to tell this young woman that she's a precious gem to her Maker and that He would not tolerate anything but her equal in life. As she started to believe in herself she left her family to prove that she could make it on her own." "Did this young lady find Mr. Right?" Dante asked this lovely vision at his side. "Indeed she did," was her reply. "Well what did she think of you appearing to her there? "She almost didn't want to believe I was there. That someone would actually help her. That there must have been more pressing cares for me to attend to. I did show her a glimpse of the marble wall and even a peek of the golden palace which awaited her arrival there one day." "What did she think about that?" Dante had to ask as his eyes twinkled in amusement. "It was not the same as that of you trip my dear, when I had you travel with me through both time and space," she said, in love with his recollection. They remained silent for a long stretch of time. Smiling she turned her head, her classic blonde hair whisked around coming to rest around her classic oval face, her bright blue eyes shown like deep topaz. This Lady of splendor lazily studied one of the wild lilies of the small but jeweled meadow. The lilies were wild and danced merrily by an ever so slight of breeze. She thought that these delicate flowers might be very much like herself. "I worry about Earth, I mean these humans do have a hard time loving themselves, of-course there are some exceptions perhaps like yourself... that their ignorance turns into control and into hate of others. They are meant to love and experience love. (to be continued with Blessed Soul Part II)