Hollers of the Heart


Beauty Beheld

I cry for beauty
I cry for beauty abused
Beauty longing to be held
I long to behold beauty
And to be held by it

Beauty unabridged, unbroken
Touched by the God
Untouched by man
Touching the spirit

Oh, beauty divine!
Wrap me in unbridled arms
Whisper to me with your wind
Wash me clean with your rain
Set me afire with the light of your sun

Beauty beheld
In the peaks that rise
The pastures that roll
And the rivers that run

Beauty to be held
Beauty to behold


Copyright 2017

Single Post Navigation

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: