I heard a wise man say,
“I gaze until I see the beautiful.”
And so, I gazed.
Across the meadow,
where I have looked a thousand times
to trees at the horizon gleaming golden
under blue heaven at sunset.
Each time
in only moments
brilliant trees faded to brown
and sky to grey.
They didin't mind.
Each time,
I turned away, not really seeing
Today, I gazed until—
I saw the beautiful
Imagining their joining me in praise--
not for a parting of the sea
or water become wine,
but for the miracle of light
fading in the grace of surrender
Painting by Robert Louis Williams
www.robertlouiswilliams.com
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