Beauty

For no reason

This is the day that I am reminded of beauty.

The beauty of filth, of tears, and of confusion.

Without them, how do we know about hope?

 

The filth of our guilt and selfish decisions

     is nothing but what we make of it.

If it is the soil to plant a seed within,

     then the lessons learned will

     enable experiential wisdom.

If it is the shame of the decision maker,

     what is learned but nothing?

 

Tears, though delicate in nature are

     the greatest tool for learning.

The loss of loved ones,

The pain of heartbreak, and

The despair from reality are all part of life.