This is a poem about finding beauty even in the worst of times. |
| Beauty can be found In many places. In the words of a song. In the sound of joyful cries. We always look into the light To find what’s beautiful, But it’s in our darkest corners Where beauty lies. It’s in those moments When you’re down And you’re weak from crying. You’re tired of trying. You see no hope, So you dream of dying. It’s after the fire, When all you know Is buried in sadness and pain. It’s when a stronger version Of yourself appears After the rain. It’s when you can look Into the shattered mirror And see the vision in your eyes. It’s when you can hear The voice of victory In a room of anguished cries. It’s when you can sift Through all the ruins, Finding that You’re still wonderfully made In God’s eyes. That’s when you understand That it’s in the ashes Where beauty lies. |