A Beautiful Poem

What is Beauty?

What is beauty? Face that shines?
Or head that sweetly, still reclines?
Is beauty in a stately walk?
Or in the way we softly talk?

That's not all beauty, beauty still,
Is meekly bending to God's will.
To find in every trial we face
The depth, the wonder of His grace.

Why is beauty, beauty more?
Than glistening skin upon the shore,
Than winning smile and winking eye,
Than scarlet blush and loving sigh?

Well all that's good but still, in fact,
Beauty's in every selfless act.
In tenderness and loving heart
And souls whom God has set apart.

When is beauty, beauty found?
In gentle whispering? Wafting sound?
In waves of colour, random strewn?
In mountain peaks or sandy dune?

It's found in all those wondrous places
In gentle spirit, heaven's graces.
It's found in worship to the King
As joyful voices raised up sing.

Where is beauty, beauty seen?
In fantasy or golden beam?
In diadem upon the head?
Or jewelry? Or lips stained red?

Beauty, beauty is far more
For beauty loves forever more.
That light that shines from inward-side
That love that only God provides.

NB 4 JE