The Face of Beauty 

I met the face of Beauty, 
Peace and its place I know,
moving without motion
like the Cirrus morning glow.

I reach for unknown stories told,
strive to learn a truth
which fleeting knowledge cannot hold
of love and breath, hate and death
the notes of life's great chord.

Renew, rebuild, resound, reward -
hear it, see it, feel it -
think the magic thought.
Hold the answer taught.