she found me with my head down

she found me with my head down

she found me with my head down,
with the weight of a wanting world weighing heavily
and my thoughts running dark spirals down my heart.
she spoke my name in a melody more meaningful than any note,
pulling me to the surface, breaking through the murk of my malaise,
she’s a beacon, the light to guide me to safety.
which makes me wonder, am I dreaming? can she really be talking to me?
with her angelic smile, her cherubic oaken eyes, as pure as the joy she inspires,
she asks me what is wrong, and I struggle to find a reason
when moments ago I was drowning in them.
I forget all about the weight and I think only of Life.
great, glorious, Life. 
the sweet birdsong, the artistry of a sunset, 
everything good is magnified by her presence,
beautiful is just a word. she is the living embodiment,
by effortlessly being, she makes being, effortless. 

11/24/07
M. L. Michael 

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