walking down the road I slipped skidded on pride almost died looked down someone left a banana peel cool got up again down a broken way saw a puddle jumped right in mud everwhere showered with scum down inthe slum for a while I stayed. Then one day the buggy man ran, won run me out of town thought I was done till I got a ride on the other side where there are fields of buds blossoms ready to burst with sweet frangce beauty from ashes..
Beauty
Beauty cannot be defined
it can only be known when seen
ti mature overtime
like good wine.
There is no reason or rhyme
it just is
and no one
can set a time
on when it will mature
and grow into itself.
beauty delight
the eyes
and God smiles
when you cultivate it.
In the early morning light I see so much beauty. I focus on what's above Not what is below and I see a perfect world. In the quiet of the first blush of dawn I feel life on the empty streets. There is no sound to interrupt the flow of how things were meant to be. I marvel at the clear sky that hold untold secrets. Secrets that will never be discovered - they were never meant to be. There is so much beauty everywhere!
Alone in the dark just before dawn breaks, I feel so safe. There is no one to judge nor truth to make up, nothing but the beauty of the creator. As the coconut trees compliment the skies I alive to the wonder of how small I can be and how great I Am. There is so much beauty everywhere!
Nothing has been added yet, to distort what you see. Just the fresh crisp air as your company. The silence has grace form and yes beauty. There is no need to be afraid of what you cannot see. There is so much beauty everywhere!
The most beautiful scars with the most beautiful treasures. The finest presents that can never be stolen that can never be bought owned or controlled. It belongs to no one and everyone. There is so much beauty everywhere!
In those quiet moments all wrongs are forgotten all wounds healed. All imperfections perfect, there is no room for lies or deceit. In those silent moments you can reclaim your humanity snatch that reflection and make it real. There is so much beauty everywhere!
In the stillness of early morning when the whole world sleeps; when all you have is the evidence of the Creator, You can see and breath.
Beauty forgotten. Beauty reclaimed. - S. Grant 2020
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