Of resolution and resurrection
Beauty becomes a quiet comfort
in the latter years, giving of its depth
and essence without intentions or purpose,
earning our honor and attention
by virtue of its mere existence.
One day Truth will be like that.
We’ll cling to it even through
the most bitter of circumstances,
the most fearsome grief ... because it lies
so purely, so resolutely beyond our grasp.
It will taste medicinal by then –
of resolution and resurrection.
One day Truth will come to our door
so pure, so vulnerable, so lovely
it will be beyond us
to ever deny it anything.
O child of God, pray for the day truth, love and beauty
all are expressed by the same silent word.