Beauty

So many cures that we’re sure of

Always remarking on what we sew of

We offer life a flight of a tale

So many have sight of

In my view

I choose to keep right

About what tends to me

And what keeps me in the light of

The stream that is endless

And continues through the night of

Or in the day of

Never ceases but pleases

My journey

Allowing a tight

Scope of brilliance

To let hope know its

Found in what is white of

And so pure

Is the gate waiting for me

Showing me my beauty

Is but a delight of

God.

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