If I were sitting at a fold out table, covered with cloth, flowers and plastic pearls as a center piece, in a banquet hall…
And if I were to see the girl that is my mirrored reflection walk in and sit across from me…
My soul would say:
She’s so pretty. Is she lost?
No, she sat down, she’s meant to be here.
If a man walked in, a man of my husband’s mirrored reflection, my soul would say:
Is she alone? Oh, her ring, she’s waving him over – that must be her husband.
A hand squeeze as he sits beside her…
They’re so cute! I bet they go well together.
Are my husband and I cute? We fight sometimes… we have such heavy issues and they look so happy! I’m so jealous.
Her eyes are so blue! Almost grey… quite clear behind her glasses – of which, I wish I knew where she found those! Her eyes seemed lost. Lonely. But when that man walked in, oh how she lit up the room! Her smile, her eyes, he swept away all of her visible sadness! She looks confident now. He is her confidence… she’s so beautiful and she doesn’t know, I bet. I bet that he is her security, because before him, she was closed into herself, with her hands clasped onto her purse, hiding as much of the front of her body as possible. She seems so much more open now.
Is there something I could tell her that would make her feel better about herself? Let me see… her jewelry is beautiful, woooww those pearls shimmer… not comparable to these on the table, that’s for sure. Her purse, designer… her dress, kimono, and shoes… she’s so put together. What kind of compliment wouldn’t seem weird?
“Your glasses are so cute! Where did you get them?”
I don’t hear her response, I just smile and respond back as my thoughts flow through my mind…
She smiled. Ok, good. I hope she feels more comfortable now. Her posture seemed to relax some. She throws a compliment back my way, she didn’t need to do that… I wasn’t fishing… she sounded so sincere with her tone and her wording.. She’s educated. And her heart shown through her eyes as she smiled with my received compliment. She cares – perhaps a little too much of what others think of her…
If only she could see what we see.
It’s hard to be happy when someone is mean to you all of the time. Be nice to yourself. Andtry to remember, we are not bodies. We are souls within a body. Our souls will live on forever, but our bodies turn to dust.
“Give me Your eyes for just one second,
Give me Your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing.
Give me Your love for humanity.
Give me Your arms for the broken hearted;
the ones that are far beyond my reach.
Give me Your heart for the ones forgotten-
Give me Your eyes so I can see…”
– “Give me your eyes” by Brandon Heath
Aim your life to a road where you share a piece of your love with each and every person, so that at the end of the road, you can say: “I have nothing left to give”.