By Be-Ing Poem by Cee Bea

'She' Is the best of
gentle true hearts
She is a accustomed to
the wind and the weary
She is the earth
'the giver'


when I am tired,
she holds me when

I feel alone,
she loves me

when it is dark,
she is my light

everywhere she is
I feel her soft eyes
'pon me

she is the gift, the calm
my friend

I see her in understanding looks
with softened brows

she is everything, and everything
is she, created by and of love

I can not speak her name

I am only left with
'she'
My hearts true affection

she may never grace my sight
or touch
demonstrated by BE-ing

But she IS a warm
smile on my face