She is

Here is a servant, a heart. A soul. Beauty is only what our naked eye can see. She is mystery she is good. This great mystery is being disclosed to me slowly as the years pass on. Each Autumn rotation and season with snow, the mystery is revealed more and more. Even as a sister, growing up side by side sharing everything with one another, there is still so much left unspoken inside the heart. The mystery of the heart. A mystery sounds so dark and violent, but I beilieve in this beautiful mystery, and that she is. The silence in her vocabulary speaks loudly to me. Oh what great things we can learn from each other. Her heart is tender, she walks in the manner of poise and grace. Her intent is not ill, the peace of her Savior spills from her lips. Light, so full and bright, in her heart bursts forth in raidiant smile. To the onlooker she is the beautiful mystery, but to me she is life giving and true. Harsh words have left her mouth, indeed. But the moral and mature follow-up from her harsh, is authentic and kind. I've never known a more loving human. There is much more to learn about this mystery, of her heart. It makes one desire something greater. She gives incling to a greater source in her silence and kindess. She creates wonder and curiosity for one who does not see the backbone and cornerstone of her heart; that is the mystery.