How do you learn about your beauty…?

Was it in the crowded room?

Or whilst visiting a lonely tomb?

Was it in your resilience?

Is it in your letting go?

Is it in the silence?

In the hours of solitude?

When and how did you find your beauty?

It shows in your gratitude!

Mine, I found in the still small voice…which said

I am always with you.  -Harold Klemp

In Its arms I rejoice.

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