The Hostess
I did not know her name, but her smile would imprint positively on my heart.
Her words were simple as she would show us the buffet layout.
A calmness was felt with her and the room as the people were peaceful.
The music filled the room with laughter, smiles, and politeness.
The way she moved was with poise and elegance. Even with a covered head, the natural feeling of peace and love could be felt.
Purple was her color, the color of peace.
Going up to her to ask about the buffet was what allowed her to place a smile on her face and rosy cheeks. The bloom (Redness) of the apple in her cheeks would rival the RED HAIR of an Irish woman with flaxen skin.
The hostess was an angel on earth.
It is true that the heart of the dragon is like a sword as it protects and fights for peace.
Her presence was the peaceful purple
Smiles are the souls kisses as the feeling is based on a deep understanding (love)
Seeing her was a promise and reminder from Allah that my path will be with a person that imprints upon my heart and mind.
A reminder that the path I am on is no longer unnoticed by Yahweh.
It was a smile that felt like seeing Roses bloom after a cold winter.
El Shaddai is the supporting architect of the future as they have given these signs through a hostess.
Follow the signs
Blessings be upon the hostess that God has used to send his message.
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