Beauty

Some things make me cry.
Some things, by their beauty alone stir my soul.
The ocean dancing on the shore.
The mountains reaching toward the sky
The smell of a newborn baby
The sound of the infants cry.
The color of autumn leaves gracing the trees
The quiet of fallen snow
The trees laced with white or crystal ice
These make me cry.
These move my soul.

But there is another
Your love
Your love stirs my heart
Brings the tears
And fills my soul.
I am blessed
That Creator would bestow beauty
Purifying my soul
Gracing my mind
And filling my heart.