Beauty in the Ashes

Beauty can be found
In many places.
In the words of a song.
In the sound of joyful cries.
We always look into the light
To find what’s beautiful,
But it’s in our darkest corners
Where beauty lies.

It’s in those moments
When you’re down
And you’re weak from crying.
You’re tired of trying.
You see no hope,
So you dream of dying.

It’s after the fire,
When all you know
Is buried in sadness and pain.
It’s when a stronger version
Of yourself appears
After the rain.

It’s when you can look
Into the shattered mirror
And see the vision in your eyes.
It’s when you can hear
The voice of victory
In a room of anguished cries.

It’s when you can sift
Through all the ruins,
Finding that
You’re still wonderfully made
In God’s eyes.
That’s when you understand
That it’s in the ashes
Where beauty lies.