Brick upon brick
Building a walled city around the good.
Is it the eye of the beholder
As we have been led to believe?
Or the eye of the creator
lovingly glancing around?
Is it ugliness embraced, scars enfolded?
"It is finished!" being uttered?
Is this beauty?
Watching flowers go to seed
how beauty resurrects
in the power of hearts
in loving minds
and in reaching hands
consecrating the darkness as light
this is beauty.
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