Sometimes when I’m in a museum an angel appears in marble or paint arrests my gaze, my muscles faint. I’ve seen a baby smiling in wonder her hands reaching for a mobile as she has her first moment of splendor. We spend hours arranging a centerpiece travel to see something that is priceless spend all we have on a masterpiece. We see in a form what is exquisite> All of us know awe when we feel it. We say beauty is a God-given trait. Why then do we have this difficulty? We look in a mirror and fail to see that we glow with a God given beauty.
I hope this poem offers you some hope.
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