Thursday, July 28, 2011

Where beauty is born...

Beauty is dew on a spiders web,
reflecting the morning light.
Beauty is the hopeful star,
twinkling in darkest night.
Beauty is a sunset, full of glory,
Beauty is a pure love story.
Beauty is in the eyes of a child pondering life,
Beauty is in the sound of forgiveness after strife.
Beauty is when brokenness is filled and made whole,
Beauty is found in the depths of a dark but chosen soul.