Beauty, In The End
Bold proclamations do not come easily to me
A tentativeness attends my tongue
Couched in qualifiers are my words
Shy with if’s and but’s
Strength and power are on the rise
And I can bravely say
Though whispering only, truly, to my God
In prayer
My eyes are set on beauty
Bent in the folds of deep despair and pain
Rising up from ash and cold
Bubbling up like Veuve Clicquot
Dancing in a narrow flute
Beauty, grace-laced beauty
Will find us in the end
Set my eyes on its horizon
Find me always searching there
For
Love, so beautiful through my lense
Lend me Your eyes
So tender, holy and Divine
Rain down your love and shower us
Drench us
With
All that is beautiful
In the end
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elizabeth w. marshall 
“grace-laced beauty will find us in the end.” Oh, I look forward to the day! Love the word picture. Thank you!