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 it’s 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 bubble 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
To read my story, click here: The Boy and His Sand Castle
