Beauty

Is something

beautiful

because it is

unexamined —

mysterious, unique, untouched —

or is it

the exploration,

the unearthing of layers,

that makes a thing so radiant?

Ironic Beauty

When you consider the moss and the clay, it seems wildly unreasonable that we don’t give it space in the prestigious category “beauty.” God made flowers and stars and lightning bugs, sure, but He also crafted the things less immediately radiant: the soil, the stones, the molding bark on trees. Without vibrant colors or sweet aromas, these things yield a beauty beyond senses: purpose. How beautiful it is to have purpose; has anything else ever been so tirelessly pursued?

Go ahead, give her a bouquet of molding tree bark; weed out the narrow thinkers 😉

 

(What else is beautiful because of its purpose or potential that we don’t traditionally honor with the title beauty?)