The distance of beauty

Sometimes beauty is very close, nearly overwhelming in its rich presence.

it lifts you in the wind


stands boldly at your side


ripples over you.


Other times, beauty feels very, very far away. You know it is there, and that brings a limited comfort. But you are so inescapably on the ground, and it is soaring above you. You wish it would wrap around you like the softest down blanket, but all you feel is the cold wind on your outstretched hands.


Where is the one who will walk beside me, on this dark road. I will keep reaching out my hand, waiting.

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