#Beauty

COURAGE AND BEAUTY

Is there anything more beautiful

than a smile

that rises out of tears…

or more gratifying

than courage

that emerges out of fear?

 

The moment we find the courage

that beautiful moment when we dared

to act in the face of danger

even though we may be scared.

 

And the truest form of courage

of beauty ever made

is facing our fear when we’re the only one

 

who knows we are afraid?


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HE TELLS HER OFTEN

He tells her often of her beauty

how she is his sunrise …and sunset

He tells her often of her beauty

 

because…she has a tendency to forget


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ALL THE OTHERS

After listening to his final lesson 

the wise one was approached by a young woman and young man…

“We have a question.” they asked softly. 

He nodded, 

“I will answer it if I can.”

 

“We’ve listened to all your teachings.” They said

“We’ve taken them to heart.

You’ve taught us about beauty 

about friendship, love and art.” 

 

“You’ve taught us about acceptance and compassion

about how to have an open mind.

You’ve taught us about peace, 

about wisdom.

You’ve taught us to be kind.”

 

“We’ve listened and we’ve learned.” they said

“We’ve held on to your every breath.

Yet of all the subjects you have taught…

Yet you never speak of death?”

 

Their teacher looked at them and smiled, 

touched their shoulders 

then began to speak…

“Death eventually finds us.” he said…

“All the others…

 

we must seek.”



THE PRISM

She was concerned about her beauty

She was never self-absorbed or vain

but she came home in tears

when another girl called her plain.

 

Her parents were concerned

they wanted her to understand

so immediately they found a prism

and placed it in her hands..

 

“The girl who said that was probably unhappy.” They said

Please don’t listen to her…

We have never thought you plain.”

“but even if you were

 

It’s not how we look on the outside…

you’ll find one day…by most accounts

it’s what’s inside our brain

our heart and what’s inside our soul that counts.”

 

They held her hands up to the sun

“The way the light bounces off you,” they said

“isn’t important at all.

It’s how the light shines through you 

that people will recall.”

 

“We think you are beautiful!”

Mom said smiling as she touched her daughter’s chin

“But what makes you truly beautiful

is what shines out of you…not in.”

 

She wears that prism as a necklace today

to remember where beauty comes from…

and to remind herself of the beautiful little girl she was…

 

and of the beauty she’s become.



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BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS

How many beautiful moments are in a day?

You’ll find its a staggering amount.

Imagine if you tried to add them up…how quickly you’d lose your count…

 

And to show what I am talking about..to prove what I’m saying is true

let me take a moment and identify a few.

 

I get up early every day…before the night has gone

I enjoy the quiet of the morning…I am partial to the dawn.

 

When I listen in the darkness sometimes I hear animals on the prowl

and before the sun begins to rise I listen to the wind and to the owls.

 

And though I like to think I’m as quiet as a lamb

somehow the owl must hear me…and keeps asking who I am,

 

I like to listen to the crickets and on this I am resolute…

once the owls nod off to sleep…the crickets follow suit.

This is followed almost immediately by the chirping of the birds

Imagine every morning!…a concert without words..

 

The concerto reaches a crescendo as it floats in on the breeze

which is quickly joined by sunbeams as the dance among the trees.

 

The dancing seems to tire the sunbeams…for they stop and seek relief

and spend the rest of the day at rest…seated on a leaf.

 

I imagine they are preparing themselves for night fall

for as the sun descends

the sunbeam thanks the leaf for sharing

and begins to dance again.

 

These are but a few of the day’s beautiful moments

and I hope when the day is done 

although I am partial to the morning

 

I’ve taken advantage of each one.


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HE SMILED

She paused after looking in the mirror, asking,

“When did I get so old?”

He smiled.

“Every day you’re more alluring, more beautiful.” He consoled.

 

“No, look at all these wrinkles.” she said

“I’m not that same girl you first met.”

He smiled.

“I shall always be your Romeo…and you…my Juliet.”

 

“But I was much prettier when I was younger!”

Her voice was strained…distraught.

He smiled,

“You shall always be my Guinevere…and I...your Lancelot.”

 

“You will always be a work of art and I a connoisseur.”

He smiled and touched her cheek.

“For age may mute the beauty of a painting but that beauty still endures.”

 

“That is the beauty of love”, he said…

“for when love is in your eyes…”

He smiled

“You will always see the beauty…

 

age endeavors to disguise.”


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"Lies"

Lies, the painted mask


Making you look better,


Than you could have ever.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was about how telling a lie can ruin your inner beauty, permanently.

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BEAUTY AND THE BEHOLDER

While our friend and neighbor is spending a week away

we’ve been sitting her dog Angus…and walking him every day.

 

He and I awaken early…before the sun comes up

and when he sees me getting ready…he greets me like a pup.

 

My understanding of beauty is personal…I know what’s beautiful to me

but on our morning walks I’ve come to realize…we see the world differently.

 

While I find beauty in the moon, in the stars, in how the clouds move in the breeze

Angus finds his beauty in the the grass, in the bushes…in the trees.

 

Every now and then we pause together…you will find us standing there

enjoying the beauty of the jasmine as its aroma fills the air.

 

We may linger a moment and listen…to what sounds the morning brings

how the trees will whistle in the wind…how the night owl or mockingbird sings.

 

And though we briefly share this beauty…the aromas and the sounds

I still find most of my beauty in the heavens…while his is mostly on the ground.

 

Our relationship is symbiotic…Angus, the dog, and I

for when he stops to sniff the ground…I stop to view the sky.

 

Perhaps that’s why we’re both excited as we’re heading out the door

anticipating some beauty we’ve not seen or smelled before…

 

I used to think beauty was in the eye of the beholder…as that old saying goes

but Angus has happily shown me…

beauty

 

 is also in the nose.


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TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY

 

They were silent when they reached the sea

with the birth of a new day…

some mornings ensure the quietude

 

when they take your breath away.


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