I breathe to exist.
And I exist for beauty.
(beauty of the extraordinary, of the ordinary,
of the divine, of the human experience)
And in those rare & beautiful instances,
when I open my blind eyes to see,
I discover that even while my trembling knees
fall onto holy ground
I find myself standing in awe
of the extraordinarily, ordinary beauty
of this earthly life.
And I wonder,
with awe
with excitement
& with hope
how much more will heaven be?
