Beauty

In our rush for gold and glory, we forsake gospel and fail to appreciate beauty...even when beauty is staring at us right in the face.

Lined faces, worn and battered;
Soulless eyes, empty and tired;
Lifeless bodies, destitute and hagged;
Waiting, slaving, to retire or be fired.

No time, more crime;
Rushing along, no swan song;
Vindictively maim while being a hypocritical mime,
Worshipping God while ringing Satan's gong.

Is it true that beauty can not be found;
You claim that evil and corruption is all around.
Do you not see God's magic on earth's sacred ground;
Do you not hear nature's magnificent siren songs and sound?

To see beauty, you need not look far;
Look to the memories behind each and every scar;
Or even in the way you look when you admire a star;
They all tell me who you truly are.

Beautiful,
It's what you're meant to be.
Beauty,
It's in the way you look at me.

Author's Note

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