How do we determine beauty,
what standard do we use?
If beauties in the beholder’s eyes,
then beauties up to us to choose.
For some it’s the fall colors
that change from tree to tree;
others, a babies precious face,
a hummingbird that sips, then flees.
Clouds above like puffs of smoke,
pure white, like cotton balls;
the petals of a rose, an orchid,
a field of clover in the fall.
An eagle soaring on the wind,
stars like diamonds off in space,
a rainbow standing at attention,
a smile imprinted on a friendly face.
A bee that buzzes ’round a flower
the pollen transferred, life begins;
the serenity of a baby cooing
beauty starts but never ends.
How much beauty’s never seen,
too busy to enjoy the moment
Beauties out there if we’re willing
to stop and gaze upon it.
What if Moses had been to busy
to engage the burning bush,
or if the 12 had said no to Jesus,
the world would’ve changed so much.
Meeting that special person,
you want to see ’em more
moments slow but gain momentum,
your life changed for evermore.
A flashlight in a dark, barren cave
that you see off in the distance,
approaching it, more light’s awakened,
darkness yielding to its persistance.
Moments that seem unrelated,
don’t appear to go together
their meaning, purpose not connected,
though soon they will be tethered.
Moments are change of life agents
but patience and vigilance required,
slowly reality comes together
though often not the one desired.
Life is just a bunch of moments
joined together like a chain,
take one out, the chain is broken,
missing a moment does the same.
As a novel’s story comes alive,
a trail of hints bound together,
slowly the haze begins to lift,
your understanding clear, much better.
If we’re faithful to each moment
our portrait slowly comes in view
the Artist paints each individual
our moments the paints the Artist use.