For all beauty that passes without acknowledgement

For all beauty that passes without acknowledgement,
Unwitnessed by man in his absence or indifference,
I say there exists a blessed reverence,
An immortal testament unseen,
A hymn of praise,
Sung forever by exalting angels in heaven’s eternal dream.

Her hair blew in the innocent wind like flames

Her hair blew in the innocent wind like flames
Licking the night.
A fragmenting halo flying free,
Burning all that knew and sinned,
Within its holy tornado of blessed golden light. 

Beauty should not toil

Beauty should not toil,
But in parables be
As the lilies of the field
Spinning only their mysteries
Of purity,
Like their blessed creator,
Unto the end of all our simple destinies.

©2013-2016 Paul Carrpenter

Extract from Paul’s books:

“Homecoming”

and “The Storm Dove”

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