Where Is The Beauty Of This World ?
The real beauty of the world is in the hearts of good people.
Where is the beauty of this world?
Is it in the buds and blossoms of spring?
Is it in the cotton puff clouds in a summer sky?
Or, is it in the beauty and warmth of a smile;
The laughter of a shared happiness?
Is it the reflected blue of a lake,
The bubbling of a stream?
Or, is it childrens' laughter;
The firmness of a handshake?
Is it the warm, full, humid air that follows a summer shower;
The smell of good soil opened to yield a hill of potatoes grown as if by magic?
Or, is it the aroma of good food for a shared meal;
The first inkling of a lifelong friendship?
Or, is it the sparkle and warmth of a winter's evening fire?
Is it the lilt of a thrush's mating call;
Or, is it the warmth of returned love---growing as it is given away?
Is it the understood gift of One who loves us so?
Is it found in the sweat of honest exertion,
The completion of a long-delayed task?
Or, is it glimpsed in the innocence on a child's face?
Is it found in the excited hugs of reunion?
Is it the fragrance of a newly opened rose;
Or, in the delicate softness of its petals?
Perhaps it is found when the power of the storm beats against our humanness,
Or, when one bravely struggles against uglinesses of the world,
And is found triumphant and parting it with a smile?
The gift of One who loves us all?
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