She was the only woman in the world were regiments of men formed up in columns to demand her hand. It was often wondered how she remained protected from those who would take advantage of her gentleness. But some already knew. For only those with the gift of sight could see; by her side stood thousands of Angels. For when God sent her to this world; Heaven and all of its Angels cried, and the only way that they could bear their sorrow was to follow behind. To watch and be a part of her always. Because they could not continue without their most precious gift—their child. With every breath she took in, life was given in return; for every step taken only serenity was left in its place. And when she closed her eyes and opened them, in that moment for all who looked on, peace was delivered to their hearts. A peace so calm that if it were an image it would sleep under the fabric of time and share its dream with those who touched it. This was her favorite part of her gift, for when she spoke, the regiment that stood before could feel the very blanket under which her peace was kept. Her words turned into a song that to the world set the sun itself, but to her Angels, she was simply asking them not to cry.
Photo by Roberto Nickson