Some lives are beautiful,
even in ruin. Poppies
after hail, bright heads
in tatters, uplifted,
and from the crushed
mouths of lilacs, still
that sweet scent.
After the storms, might you
turn your broken face
once more toward
hidden sun,
praise with bruised lips the
likewise battered world?
Might you yet
be beautiful?
Meditatio Ephemera 
Love that opening sentence, Rafiki
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Thank you, my friend.
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Lovely and uplifting!
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder … may we all practice opening our eyes to the beautiful aspects of what-is … while we nurture what can-be … which does require discernment of what might need to change.
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Ah, discernment. That essential skill we seem never to quite master. 🙂
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