Total Beauty

Like the salt of life, giving flavor and seasoning to souls bland and blind
You are not even aware, but you are like an unhidden city on top of a hill
I see the light of your presence, flashing here and also there, far in the distance

I see you as a star, shining and racing into the blackened night, giving light to many
You have brightened up the pathway in the darkened sky so that others might clearly see
In the stormy skies of the night, you have created calm and spoken peace into fearful hearts

When daylight darkens and turns gray at noon day, you speak hope into terrorized souls
Then the sun light breaks through the stormy clouds by day, and the moon lights up the night

When voices loud are crying all around, some giving and others searching for direction and guidance,
It is your calming and gentle voice that I hear, pointing the way and leading others out of the shadows

For now we pause; all is still; all is at peace; nothing missing and nothing broken; And we with you, calmly take giant leaps across the deep
And now, because of you, we experience total beauty in peaceful harmony, and enjoy the sounds of sweet melody

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Saurin Desai
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beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and in that case total beauty would be nearly impossible to agree with, but this is a wonderful endeavour 🙂

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