Spirit Emblem

Before gold and before words, life was created. I tether and twine, and I am not always watching, and I have eyes beyond rubies. Left alone, yet I am counted as a sweet breath, fresh and roses full. As I ask her, "where might you be?" she would not reply, but with an expression of happiness, and relief, the shadow is to disappear. Shaking away loose leaves, and loose petals, I am very well pleased with my life...even when I am withering here and there, bruised and possibly scarred by nature's scornful thorns. Let it be of great light, He shall bring forth His love to me...and to all who are despondent.