Beauty

What is this which we call Beauty? Is She real? Is She a figment of the imagination? Have we destroyed that which is truly Beautiful? We’ve cast her to the earth and trampled Her loveliness. Instead of viewing Her through the eyes of our hearts we view her with the eyes of the world, disgraced her name and labeled Her “lust.” What is Beautiful? Is it a city of glass and steel rising in curling smokestacks over the edge of the skyline? Or..is Beauty….wild and dangerous forests, treacherous mountains, raging rivers, and roaring waterfalls…the grassy hilltops brushed with the glow of the setting sun, flaming to life with Heavenly fire….the blush of winter on the cheek of a child or frosted pines lain to rest in peaceful slumber upon a frozen landscape…the raging tempests of a sea in torment or the untamable fury of the hurricane…or is Beauty the Eye of the Storm?