The telling

Is beauty a state of being? Is it a girl sat upon a hill at midnight? Is it a handsome face with high cheekbones, tanned skin, and pretty blue eyes? Or maybe its the way ones person heart is made? A heart of gold maybe? Or perhaps none of this at all really but someone or something that is courteous, kind, brave, trustworthy, and loving? This thing or person would have to be brave enough to face the world and their own values and what is white and what is black and not to wander into the grayness of this beautiful world made ugly by the humans inhabiting it... That would be true beauty! But could one ever attain such a state without someone that is truly divine helping when they finally rid themselves of the worst of all human creations. Pride.

Reviews

[Amber]

Tender, beautifully written. I can't wait to read more from you. I can see that you truly love this piece by the way it took shape.