you’ll find it there in the breaking dawn
… and in the tears of the repentant heart
you’ll also find it there in the darkness
… and in the flowers in their riot of colors
it’s there in the passion of dance
… and in the grief of one too tired to lie anymore
it’s also there in shattered glass windows
… and in the song of crickets in the cooling night air
it’s there in the works of the masters
… and in the desperate grasp of those who just can’t stand on their own
it’s also there in the deafening roar of torrential rain
… and in the innocence of a child’s eyes
it’s there in the cacophony of a hundred songbirds greeting the day
… and in the muffling silence of disbelief
it’s there in the taste of a lover’s kiss
… and in the ashen taste of defeat
beauty is not found in smiles alone
but also in pain and in tears
without the embrace of sorrow
hope doesn’t have a chance rise again
fear is a part of bravery
they can’t exist apart
can love truly be appreciated
by a heart that’s never been broken?
in defeat is the chance of a comeback
in brokenness the opportunity to rebuild
in every end there’s a chance to begin again
in every wound there’s the opportunity to heal
grace is for the wounded.
beauty is in the broken.
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