Beauty Summons Us

Beautiful is the sweetness of the lamb,

gazing up at the master who has lifted her up

from the rocky gap into which she fell.

Cradled in his arms, nestled close to his heart,

she knows herself as love.

The same love in the arms of a mother

when first holding her child, the mystery of life unfolding.

Star gazing, the mother wonders what she is beholding

in the purity of this face.  Am I worthy?

She ponders the immensity of this tiny being

and her own humbleness. 

The child, in deep presence of new being,

summons the mother to be present also.

She whispers, come to me, mystery of who you are!

Safely clasped close to her breast,

the child knows itself as love.  

The sacred bond is inviolate,

withstanding storms of life or inborne soul light

calling to be healed, the unfolding mystery beckons

both mother and child.

Welcoming beauty requires courage,

not all understand the courage it takes.

Forgiveness is the balm.

What beauty can be witnessed and taken in

is determined by each soul as its tendrils reach toward the light.

The path ahead is crystalline, perfect for each one.

Rough waves on the surface waters of life

betray the beauty underneath.

What colorful fish, fairies and jewels there are...

Oh, mystery of life,

You are content to show me your secrets as I am ready!

Glistening stones at the river’s edge,

I gaze into your wisdom, searching for clarity,

to understand the gifts of beauty I refused,

that I judged as unworthy.

What gifts are these? 

At last, I gather courage

to love it all, the divinity within myself and all life,

whatever I had deemed myself unworthy of.

Now, gazing into the mirror,

I know myself as love.

© Sophia Murphy