Beauties Power

Beauty is a power,
raw, uncanny, resilient,
a martyr against the petulance
Claws ripping
through its flesh
fangs bleeding
that (try) to bleed its immortality. Yet whatever craves to take foot upon its path, seeking to deface its relentless power, is taken hostage for retaliation and its ugliness is cradled in absolution. Cratered creatures, now, bleed not remorse, but rather embrace adversity, seeing the flame in the spirit of everything--and in themselves. They circumvent regret, remorse and longing and become a part of the circle. The moon to the tide, the sun to the seasons, the ocean to the sky, the sand to the stars, the wind to the rain.... a tear to a smile an embrace to a kiss, to thankfulness, a remembrance to thankfulness, sorrow to laughter ...

And thus we expand, grow, slip, tumble, and collide, again, with the mystery of life, fate and hold the hand fate courageously blind, qe rise in our faith -- God our truth iur promise our eternity thus the circle continues