The beauty of the soul

Oh beauty
not of flesh or fleeting face
But in the depth
where silent shadows trace
A light that burns
without the need for flame
A tender fire that speaks
no earthly name
It lingers in the quiet
of the night
A star unseen
yet steady in its flight
It whispers through the winds
that kiss the trees
A secret song
that dances on the breeze
No mirror holds its shape
no canvas paints
For it is boundless
free from worldly constraints
It wears no crown
nor jewels
nor grand array
Yet in its glow
the world will find its way
The soul
a river winding through the years
Its beauty carved by laughter
blood
and tears
Not in the eyes of others
does it rest
But in the heart
it wears its truest vest
For beauty born of soul
is ever true
A gift that ages not
and cannot rue
It shines through every trial
storm
and strife
The quiet grace
that marks a life with life