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SOME THINGS OF BEAUTY
Beauty is impossible to define!
It goes far beyond the pleasing of our senses and our minds. It passes on through and comes to rest way down deep in our souls where it takes on a life of its own.
Beauty can be seen in the panoramic view of nature, like the grandeur of the Grand Canyon or in the simple lines of the drifting desert sands.
Beauty can be heard in the voice of a single performer like Whitney Houston or in the combined efforts of the New York Philharmonic Symphony Orchestra.
Beauty can be tasted in a simple pot of pinto beans or in the exotic dining halls of our finest restaurants.
Beauty can be smelled in the sniff of a single rose or in the freshness of newly turned soil in the springtime.
Beauty can be felt in the brush of a single kiss or in the heart by a look or a smile.
Beauty has the power to saturate our senses and we seek its reflections like a treasure we can keep.
Beauty should be shared.
True beauty however, is found only in the deed!
Rippling waves of golden grain
Swaying to and fro.
Clumps of purple violets,
Beside the melting snow!
A parade of yellow ducklings
Waddling up the hill.
A rose with misty dewdrops
When the morning air is still.
The brilliant flash of color
In a fresh caught rainbow trout.
Streaks of angry lightening
Before the thundering clout!
The contented look of motherhood,
A baby at her breast!
A promise dipped in color
As the sun sets in the west!
The anxious steps of dusty feet
A boy, a fishing pole!
A welcome vat of coolness
At the old swamp swimming hole!
A featherbed of mist clouds
Below the Listening Rock!
The yawning rays of sunlight
At the crowing of the cock!
Not things of creature comfort,
Pure nature, raw and bold!
Like sculptured lines of snowdrifts
In the frigid wintery cold!
A few quiet things of beauty
On the paths that I have trod
And each and every one of them
Is the handiwork of God!
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