You made us mere mortals with free will,
free to choose what we want.
A choice to choose whether to be good or bad.
To seek You or not.
To see beauty among the ugly.
There, look among the pile of trash,
Daffodils are growing!
Why do we choose to see the trash
instead of the beauty among it?
Are we in such a hurry to only see what lies there
and not a glimpse of the beauty You give.
The beauty of a child
being born with its first cry.
Loving on one another to bond
lasting relationships.
Birds singing the praise of life
giving hope of tomorrow.
Children playing, the sounds of laughter
drifting into one’s soul.
The waves rushing to the shore
bringing peace to one’s heart.
Roaring crowds of cheering fans
celebrating the win.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
if we choose to stop and smell the roses.
Seeking the beauty of our choices.
Sunshine and rain together
growing the gardens of our Eden.
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