Blessed is She

I have this friend. she's one of those persons that you don't ever remember actually meeting, she's just always been a part of your life. she's that person that is always available just when you need something, or someone to make your life bearable. she's that person who can make you cry with laughter over terrible body humor. she is spirited. she's that person who can be honest with you because she really doesn't know how to be insincere. she is kind. she is beautiful. she can do anything she wants. she is passionate about her family - to a fault. she is patient. she is noble. she is strong. she's that person who can endure.

i worry about her however, because as much as she takes care of everyone around her, she doesn't seem to know how to take care of her own needs. i can tell you what she needs... she needs to spend some time with herself. she needs to take a drive to somewhere she loves with the music blaring and nothing to take her attention. she needs to have a massage. she needs to be pampered. she needs to have someone tell her how much she is appreciated. she needs to sleep in and not worry about a thing if she does. she needs to look in the mirror and recognize all that i see in her.

and then i wonder if she'll ever recognize that beauty in herself. i wonder if she'll ever feel worthy. i wonder if she'll ever feel the love that she deserves. i wonder if the people that surround her will make this happen, or if they will let her go on the way it is and she'll lose a part of herself in the dailiness of life.

if those beatitudes are truth, my friend will inherit much more than the earth.
blessed is she. blessed is she. blessed is she.