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A poem about beauty
by Oliver DrewmanBeauty is the arms that hold you
In the worst and darkest night
Beauty is a child's drawing
Scrawling love as best they might
Beauty is in trees cool shadow
During scorching heat of day
Beauty is the cricket's song
When stillness comes to have it's way
Beauty is the time we're missing
While we rush around too fast
Beauty is the train ride's moving
Cross the countryside at last
Beauty is in conversations
Giving others comfort's breath
Beauty is in being present
Silent comfort mourning death
Beauty's seen in ugly places
When one looks, instead of stares
Beauty's Grace's other sister
That's seen when people start to care
08/06/2005 Author's Note: Without Grace and Beauty our lives are meaningless.
Grace in Christ, Beauty in His love.
Posted on 08/06/2005
Copyright © 2024 Oliver Drewman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shonda Creemer on 08/07/05 at 02:10 AM Yes, His grace and love carry us through this life ~ into our eternal home. This is (no other way to put it)beautiful Oliver. God bless you. :) Shon |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 01/23/08 at 06:10 PM enjoyable read, it has a comforting feel about it |
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