She
Her presence
Is not conditional
On her existence
Her senses honed
Through endless lives
She sees as well
With eyes closed
She is the perfume
Of a springtime
After- shower breeze
She has done this
So many times
In so many guises
She is the water
That brings life
She is the life
That shares life
She can smile
In her sleep
And all the angels
Can take their rest
She uses pen and mind
To explore different worlds
She makes us smile
When our wounds are bad
That God created her
We are forever thankful
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