There’s a beauty that goes beyond
benevolence and joy
giving strength from the realms of Glory.
There’s a pureness undefinable;
a tenderness beyond description;
a Love, beyond all common names.
There’s an evil, beyond all centuries of wickedness:
a mystery of heartlessness, stink and destruction
targeting every spark of LOVE and beauty;
And our Creator in His Creation
trumping in a voice, which can be felt
beyond all hearing.
There’s a gratitude more than thankfulness
beyond all sprinklings of blood:
an underlying thorough-bass to living.
There’s a “Wholeness”: inexpressible, and rare.
Praise to our holy Creator
of loving kindnesses.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty
(“Ode on a Grecian Urn” by John Keats, 1795-1821)