BeautyA Poem by Crystal Overmeyer-BirminghamI was asked what I find beautiful, What i would want my legacy to be... this is in response to that simple yet totally complex questionBeauty legacy The beauty legacy I would like to leave for my further daughters
and / or sons Beauty or rather true beauty (not the stuff they sell in
magazines, or on commercials) is not found in numbers on a scale or in sizes on
tags, it is not counted like calories or applied with makeup. True beauty doesn’t come in bottle or smell like a celebrity, it
is not shade of color or hint of fabric, it is not a surgery, or latest fad. It
is not a diet or a pill. It is not found on the one doctor’s TV show or in
between the glossy margins on a high dollar fashion catalog. True beauty in found in the mirror of a mother that has worked the
midnight shift with a sick baby, it is the calloused hands of a man who digs
wells in the Africa, it is the sweated brow of a young girl mastering her fears
and succeeding, if only to vanquish her own demons. It is in every step we made
towards healing and away from pain and hurt. It is in every prayer, every song,
and every time we choose to stand and not to hide. True beauty is kindness shown for no reason but a smile; it is
standing in the way of injustice and persecution and saying not today, it is in
a giggle or a deep belly laugh. It is in a home cooked meal delivered to a
grieving family. It is the way you rock your child to sleep, the way your
partner dries your eyes. The feet that marched for freedom, the bruised bodies
that took a beating for our rights and progress. It is the time someone offers
other person, even when they would rather not. It is a sacrifices that a good
parent makes from their children. It is forgiveness. It is wine and chocolate
and light nights laughing with good friends. It is a case of beers and a
knowing nod. It is phones calls and coffee dates. True beauty is not a shape, it is not a new pair of designer
pumps, it is not that weak. It is a woman standing up for her beliefs, a man
realizing that his true strength is his compassion as much as his muscles; it
is a child realizing that they can be whatever they dream. True beauty scares the world because the world can’t bottle it up
and sell it, it cannot be brought for a price, but it’s so easy to find for
those who look. True beauty is found in all sizes, all people, and races and
creeds. True beauty is found is scars and clogged pores, in dirt houses and
sometimes in mansions (although in my experience oftener in the former than the
latter). It is in smelly pages of old books and the helping hands of strangers.
It is the faith soaked tears of saints and tearful prayer of sinners. It is in
our accomplishments and failures; it is in our pains and passions. It is the
way we love, the way we seek knowledge and strive towards progress. It is
written in our souls and flare up in our artistic skills. It is Love. It is
patience. It is at our cores. We are told that beauty is something to work towards, to stand on
our tippy toes and stretch for, and I agree, but no amount of miles jogged or
sit up done will reach your soul. (Although studies have found a healthy body
helps the soul) We are all so beautiful, we are all chosen and created to shine
and be a light. The next time you or I look in the mirror, we should see love, we
should see loved. We are loved. God, the holy of holies, the king, the father,
the ruler or the world, looks down and doesn’t see a shape or size, God sees
you. And it was good. He loves us. What’s stopping us from loving? For
Love is the truest form of beauty. Find your love. Find your beauty.
This is what I would like
my future sons and daughters to know. This is what if I show and teach in my
short time on this earth I will be truly satisfied. If I am able to stand
before God one day and all I have done is teach the world to love a little more,
just a drop more, and to see that that love is God’s. Then I would consider my
time here a success. © 2015 Crystal Overmeyer-BirminghamReviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 8, 2015 Last Updated on July 8, 2015 AuthorCrystal Overmeyer-BirminghamAboutI am a poet by nature. Words just speak to me and color my world. I away think of poetry as painting with phases, just as vibrant and life giving as they are messy and complex. more..Writing
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