There are some who believe that the ugliness we see in this world is proof of its meaninglessness. If that is true then what does its beauty prove?
If life is cruel and monstrous,
and therefore must be meaningless,
then what of the beauty that we see?
In heaven, on earth, and in between,
the grass, the roses, the bumble bees,
the starry nights and the galaxies,
the sight of an ancient redwood tree,
the full moon glowing with ecstasy,
the soaring eagle flying free,
the pure white pearls beneath the sea,
the babe being held so tenderly,
by a mother who’s love flows endlessly.
In all of this is certainly,
an ocean of meaning for you and me.