A Petition to Beauty

Oh Beauty, why wound me so?      

            

    The brilliance of the sun burns my skin,

        

                        The scabs on my wounds crack and peel,

                        And I can’t bear the agony of my sin.

            The pure blue sky stretches vast and wide,

                        So unlike the heavy black cloud

                        Of my wickedness, my hatred, my pride.

            The fresh green grass is nature’s soft bed,

                        But I’ve no room for sleep or rest

                        Because I can’t clear these voices from my head.

Oh Beauty, I beg to know!

            Burn away the infections, O Sun!

                        Cauterize these still-bleeding wounds

                        And take me to the cross of the Perfect One.

            Clear the clouds from my veiled eyes, O Sky!

                        Un-bend my heart from evil ways

                       And teach it to love, so my hatred will die.

            Comfort my restless turning, O Grass!

                        Silence the chaos inside me

                        So I rest in your holy virtues at last.

Oh Beauty, the Truth you show!

Author's Note

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[Gah Yan]

Someone who can not enjoy the beauty of the world

[Siren]

but also someone who's praying that they will be able to