Of Beauty and Life

Why do we give flowers to the sick?

Why do we give flowers to those mourning?

Why do maidens love them this much?

Why do we adore our living rooms with flowers?

Will the sick take the flowers and get well?

Will the mourning wear them as cloths?

Will those in love have them for dinner?

Flowers are messengers

Messengers of Love,

Messengers of Hope,

Messengers of Comfort

Messengers of that which is to come

And so is beauty.

Beauty invites, capturing the soul of a man

Beauty nourishes, uniting our souls with the unseen

Beauty inspires, creating desires and spurring creativity

Beauty is transcendent, beyond the now

But who can find true beauty

The kind in a flower?

Only he

Who souls is ready

To stare at the beauty

And get captivated

The kind who rises

And indulges with the sun rise

The kind whose mind is set

To lay still and watch the sun set

Whose spirit has been liberated

By the beauty of the Lord

As he bows in worship

Before the majestic throne

To behold the beauty of the King

Who reigns in majesty

The one who is beauty

Beauty in every essence.

Beauty that is eternal

Beauty that brings life

Now and forever more