A Guest Blogger

Someone dear to me wrote this for a creative writing class based on literature about love, and passed it on for me to see. It's just too good not to share, so enjoy a special guest blogger :)

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What can be said that has not already been said?  In the course of human history, great men—artists with words, brushes, and chisels have composed celebrations of humanity that have weathered the tests of time and scrutiny with the steadfast bearing of a loyal sentry.  What difference can this small contribution of mine make to the raging inferno that beats in the hearts of all men?  To this great maw of fire then I cast my pittance of an offering—because, while it may not be enough to stir the fire to its next level, perhaps it will keep it burning until the next great man can do so.  She is everything that these men have created and more.  Even her silences are pregnant with reason enough to make me pause and listen to her.  And when she speaks—oh when she speaks!  It’s not as if a chorus of angels has descended, but rather as if the trees and grasses and all that is green and good in this world have all moved in unison to create the lush ebbs and flows of her voice.  This is all of course to say nothing of her beauty.  Her face should be hung on the Aegis—to replace the head of the Gorgon, for it has the power to turn nations and armies not to stone, but to sincerity.  And when the clouds break and a smile plays along her lips, the hearts of those whom the rays touch are stirred to action.  Cowards are made strong, the shy are given voices, the selfish are made selfless, and all around are inspired to be that which they have so long dreamt of being.  Not all is grandeur though.  In those quiet moments, those when you are lucky enough to merely sit and gaze into her, then she becomes the quiet beauty of a still, serene lake.  Which reflects all of the best of you, and all the best of the world.