There is beauty in that place, that place of dirt and grime
and such hateful things none should speak of.
It is beautiful.
The beauty lies inside of those Gifts, those God-sends,
those ones without which I could not be now.
They hold it within themselves,
like a light which sets the world on fire,
chases the shadows and does away with them.
I pray to God to keep them,
keep their light so that my selfish desires may be realized.
Forgive them their transgressions
on account of the beauty He, Himself set inside them.
I know not if He meant for it to be a visible light,
but I see it, long for it,
pray with all my soul for it to wash over me once more,
just once more,
and forever and all eternity.
I am a wretch,
a hateful thing not of the darkness, but of the light.
My sin is in my ignorance of that light and its uses, its potential, its destiny.
But it is also in my presumption of possession of that light,
yet again in doubting its presence.
Spiral.
Is there no beauty in this world?
This place of dirt and grime
and such hateful things none should speak of.
Yes.
There is a Lamb, snow-white and pure.
He hides Himself among, about, within those wolves, dirty, grimy, and hateful.
That light, that beauty hidden within those Gifts,
and wolves alike, it is my Lamb.
He knows of my plight, my ignorance and confusion of and towards
wolves and ones of beauty.
I do not presume to know, yet I admit to being told
whether wolf or one of beauty, the Lamb is within them all.
I can only hope and pray He finds me worthy of being made aware of His presence,
and that I may open myself to accepting that awareness.
If and when I am found worthy and open I call upon myself to love that Lamb,
and the vessel in which He resides.
Therefore, I call upon myself to begin to love the wolves,
and to continue to love those ones of beauty,
those hidden lights which set the world on fire,
chase the shadows and do away with them.