by-Matthew F. Blowers III

Beauty weakens a man’s knees

and strengthens a woman’s confidence.

It is the most enticing bait on the hook of love,

a lure most men can never resist.

We are all born beautiful, with purest innocence

wrapped in the flesh of newborns that our lives erode

as the years take ther toll.

Only our eyes remain beautiful even though they

are couched in wrinkled flesh, the baby blues of a

ninety year old lady still gleam with the allure

young men fell victim to decades ago.

Age does not erase what is beautiful if what is

beautiful reclaims what has aged.

Like a tulip that withers and dies and then

returns the next year as lovely as before.

Like an old man laughing with joy

at the antics of a toddler, one can still see

the toddler in his aging eyes.

Beauty can brighten the despair of a cancer ward

with just a single flower or mark the passing of

love with bouquets on graves.

It is a humble dandelion in the midst

of acres of cracked asphalt or a

tiny ballerina on a vast stage…

in front of a huge crowd

all dancing vicariously through her

in their own klutzy souls.

The stars are but the billions of souls

who have gone on to heaven

brightening the darkness of all

of us who are left behind.

There is no water on the moon…

but you can find the moon on the water…..

There is no love without mutual agreement

but you can find mutual agreement with love…..

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We become the bland fodder of God, yet God is

our father and he is anything but bland.

He planted us with perfection in the womb,

But slowly the flavors of life leech out of us

And so he returns us to his paradise to rebloom