For Beauty
Last Week my brother called and said his mother was dying,
I felt his hope,
So I prayed for God to resurrect her,
This week all of her organs shut down and she has been on the edge of death,
My brother called me to pray,
I cried out to God with fierce anger,
And asked him, “Why do you allow us to hope, when you deny the very faith that we strive
to hold to?”
A time ago, I gave my life to God,
And I said these words, “Dear Lord I present myself as a living sacrifice to you, do with
me what you will.”
A year later, I was in a mental institution scarcely aware of my name,
There are times when I feel God’s gentle caress about me,
It is only then that I understand:
That every choice I make for hope, spreads hope despite the outcome,
And every choice I make for love, spreads love, no matter what hate might come on its
wake
A time ago, I chose a wife and the world said we were too young,
And we wrestled with tides of discontent for quite some time,
But now, when I see her smile, I feel the merciful touch of God’s grace,
You see this life has no guarantees except for one, that through it all, God’s love is real,
That through it all, if we strive for hope,
We will know beauty.
Sometimes I see myself and can’t find a thing to reverence,
Sometimes I hear my thoughts and want to run away with terror,
But for beauty, in beauty, I stand and walk and live and breathe,
And though I have no guarantees,
For beauty I continue,
For when I see the snapshots of God’s love in this world,
From a distance place, far from here,
I will not remember much,
Except I will know beyond doubt and belief as well,
That it was beautiful!
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