Beauty, you kill me
Everywhere I turn, you invade me
There’s a rush and a turn , a glance
And a churn, I wonder how and why
You beat me.
And you just do.
I’m caught in the glance,
Appreciation lies in the detail
Where glance, a second, or a third is not enough
And the main requirement is to go beyond the fourth.
How could beauty be so beautiful? Why does it hurt?
You can’t stand and watch till it morphs into a stare
And you get people’s glare and labels square
There’s innuendo the next time your friends talk
Or they’re hiding while they appreciate you for other things.
Since I can only appreciate, and there’s so much to see
You’re always left behind and you come in another disguise
Why ? Everywhere? It’s awesome, except for the stare
Because when you stare all over my puzzled face
All I could say is, ‘Oh God, how beautiful can one get!’
But don’t think I don’t know how elusive you are
Looks do matter but that’s not all there is.
There’s much beyond you, that I know
But your influence, I must admit
Is beyond what you are aware of.
You make one eloquent;
Do stupid things, when you ought to look and be,
You have made time fly and waits long
Me weak and yourself strong
Did God tell you what I ought to do?
Because I don’t seem to recall.
I can’t ask you to stop hurting me,
As the world around can be dull without you.
Still . . .
You kill me and you ought to know.
When the cross was borne
All pain was gone:
Not for the bearer, but for the lost.
When the Lord arose
From Joseph’s tomb,
Hope arose with him;
For it was sure
That victory was won
Over the power of sin
By the death of one-
For the sinful, undeserving lot
Whom He created and
Found it to be was good. GOOD.
Now, why would He do that?
A divine blunder?
To surrender to the fancies
Of these miniscule beings?
All I can do is to sit and ponder
And share the love that’s found,
As we stand at the feet of the cross.