If Beauty Dwells Inside
If beauty dwells inside the mortal heart
and soul, what dark impediment can be
so strong that we’d forget, incessantly,
to let it rule and be the greater part?
Have bitterness and poverty of care
for good and kindly things the weight and sway
to force the love of beauty out, away,
and leave a wound of emptiness in there?
What fault in us could any cause invent
to trade our greatest gift for grief or hate—
can joy revive, or is it left too late
that we grow wiser, love, create—relent?
Let us let go of emptiness, grow whole
by filling it with Beauty, heart and soul.
Art-Colored Glasses 
I really like this, and I would say that one of our biggest issues as a human species, especially we with so much in the West, is taking everything for granted. Have a lovely Monday and week ahead. Janet. xx
Hmmm. You said it SO much more succinctly than I did! 🙂 You have a beautiful week, too, my dear!!
xoxo
Kathryn
Fabulous sonnet! Beautiful sentiments xxx
Thank you, dearest!
xoxo