She was a blessing in her own right: a kind soul of gentle spirit that brought a levity to worlds she touched. It was a levity not of pretense but of honest presence. He felt it in himself whenever she was near.
Her blue eyes spoke in spirit, and when holding on his own, a change overcame. Their clear blue shallows gave way to revelation—to hint and gleam of greater depths within—and by her eyes, his own goodness rose and returned, to her, in reciprocated shine.
She imbued in others simple joys, elations of spirit that come in recognition of another’s Goodness seen. Whether source knows, or lives unaware, to the Goodness in themselves: the world still sees.
She was a blessing in her own right—a gifter of smiles, joys, and small elations.
Wanting to say, and knowing no other way to share, he wrote it down and left for the world in hope that she might find, read, and know her Good was seen.
Something I wrote in the spirit that we are all a blessing in our own right: with our own gifts, to the people we–knowingly or unknowingly–touch. It isn’t something that needs faked or falsified. Just live what’s in us, and the blessings we’re meant to give, and receive, will show in time.