Beautiful

beautiful flowers fading
in the shadows of the strife,
dying by disconnection
without love to give them life.

beautiful dance forgotten
in the rush for our advance,
rhythm of embracing
lost to the "urgent" romance.

beautiful life neglected
in the compromising thirst,
drowned by our indifference
as all our rights must come first.

beautiful soul forlorn
in the wounds I have denied,
searching for true meaning
in the ruins of our pride...

beautiful love accepted
in the wounded hands of grace,
thriving by our connection
knowing with God we have a place.

Note: The wounded hands of grace refer to the hands of Jesus. True hope comes from knowing God.