A Most Hopeful Question

A Most Hopeful Question

I see beauty in the people who love the lost and meek,

I see beauty in the single tear drop rolling down your cheek,

I see beauty in a lie conquered by all that is true,

I see beauty in the bird whose broken wing still flew,

I see beauty in a rippling lake and the moon that lights the stars,

I see beauty in the highway with its ever traveling line of cars,

I see beauty in the child wrapped in embrace by his mother,

I see beauty in two broken hearts clutching onto one another,

I see beauty in the dancers who sway from side to side,

I see beauty in the beaten martyr who still clings to his pride,

I see beauty in the rain that falls,

And the voice that gently calls,

I see beauty in the warrior who gives his life just to be free,

I see beauty in a newborn child and the ship that sails the sea,

I see so much beauty in all that surrounds and all that may come to be,

But does anyone in this boundless world see the beauty in me?

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