Beauty

an afternoon at the mall,
sitting smoking in the sun
by the entryway;
I look around and find treasures
in the people around me.

young, old, but all beautiful
in their way,
in their efforts
to greet the day
and say hello to Gaea.

God's work manifest,
God's love abounding -
I see what He sees
and marvel with Him -
wonder at the results
of the miracle He started
so long ago.

this day
with the sun shining
on God's creation,
we marvel
just Him and I;
we drink in the promise of humanity.

we teeter drunkenly,
gleefully,
on the dizzy precipice
of Beauty.



17 June 2011