Knowing Beauty
There was a year, or thereabouts when I couldn’t see beauty not in a sunrise nor sinuous tree not in green fields sloping away to blue I could remember its existence recall the moment my heart would pause when my soul whispered ‘oh!’ when time would slow for just a glance But for those days, there was a voida deadness within me blanketed moreso by the weight of knowing its absence I am not sorry for that loss many years ago as it has made the return a gift, always a gift [...]
