and it was beauty

All tattered and bruised

gathering the shambles

and seeking to pound

out hot tears and plead

perspective.

and it was beauty that

awaited to save.

 

 

 

A sun that rose in

stunning defiance now

kissing goodbye in the

setting working wonder

swept up the pieces.

and it was beauty that

embraced to save.

 

 

 

As night cupped day

and pushed forth its

presence a complete

reflection encircled

white promise.

and it was beauty that

stayed to save.

 

 

 

The clinging shreds of

anger, resentment,

disappointment fled

under dual assault

of heavenly glow.

and it was beauty that

filled to save.

 

 

 

With sun at rest

moon’s torch

shone brighter

and stretched long

a path of hope.

and it was beauty that

was made to save.

AWA 1/18/2011

 

 

 

 

 

Inspired by

"Beauty will save the world"

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky (The Idiot)

and the glorious sunset and rising moon

that overwhelm me with the wildness of Divine love…

 

Shared with One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry 

and the broken friends and working it out together at Emily’s

and just linked with Dawn’s My Home Sweet Home on Day 20 of her {31} Days of Encouragement Series

and it was beauty