Beauty is formed in the crucible of pain.
Watered by the tears
Where suffering penetrates
And shatters and grinds its way
To the core.
Beauty, a strong and tender plant
Entwines the pieces of the human mind and heart
In one vast quiet sigh--
A power not one's own
(How could it ever be at such a severed core?)---
A shower of tender love, a child's hope.
And borne by God.
Watered by the tears
Where suffering penetrates
And shatters and grinds its way
To the core.
Beauty, a strong and tender plant
Entwines the pieces of the human mind and heart
In one vast quiet sigh--
A power not one's own
(How could it ever be at such a severed core?)---
A shower of tender love, a child's hope.
And borne by God.
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