beauty

"The time will come that all that we love, we will eventually lose,

and all that we hate we will eventually face."

Not all that is beauty is evident

or displayed, that the world might have known;

for the sleeper will miss the ice trees and sunrise,

the cuddlers miss women windblown.

the strong living beauty, vivacious, inspiring

that could knock the breath from a grown man

if he looked -- if he just ever bothered to notice.

how tragic, for he won't, though he can.

For the stars in the cold still velvet winter sky

are not seen by those who are not brave.

the entranced scintillations are lost to the vision

of pine trees and great ocean waves.

Right here! here He is! do you know who He is?

the skies are exclaiming His praise!

and the whole of creation adores Him without us.

through sunsets, seasons, nights and days.

how have we not seen His glory, created?

how have we missed His love signs??

for there is nothing better than what He has made us.

i am Beauty's love, and He is mine.