Beauty Reborn
.
the words I know
the music sings in me
I find refrains of rainbows
in dark sea
the moments lost in sunshine
days now gone
I recall
when I see the Living Sun
.
and I remember
beauty in blue sky
and I remember
sorrow is a lie
for when I reach for Him
the Rose inside
I know the thorn
cannot hurt blooms reborn
.
.
BEAUTY IMAGINED
.
the words I know
are not as enticing
as imagined – snow melt
and infants born beautiful
with blue or pink ribbons
.
expectation to a Romantic is a wonder
like an early night with dreams
.
oh, I mind the memories of rainbows
as a child, and chasing one end
now, I search for signs
.
the thorn in the rose stalk, the blue sky
reaching right down to a flowering
orange tree, fuming with intoxication
.
yes, grief is a schemer; for there is that of God
In everything; the spittle in a blind man’s eye
at the still pool of Siloam
.
those who will not see the Living Sun
cannot see sorrow lives a lie
.
universal laws cannot be entangled
in the web of Moses, alone
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