photo by Lisa at TSS.
by Sara Teasdale
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
This classic poem is just what I needed today.
I want to focus on beauty, and believe it still exists in the world. Not just in nature, but in the actions of human beings.
I’ve been seeing a lot of ugliness lately. A false sense of entitlement, a lack of civility, disrespect for the office of the presidency. Ignorance and misinformation perpetrated by talk show hosts. Mad dogs, frothing at the mouth. Centuries of hate, bubbling to the surface. People protesting one thing, but ultimately angry because of something else. If they are so concerned about lies and out of control spending, why did they remain silent while billions of dollars was spent on a war based on a lie? Where were their protests then?
Lies are ugly. Racism is ugly. For the life of me, I’ll never be able to understand why some can’t stand the thought of a black man in the White House, and even worse, why they can’t, or won’t, even admit to themselves what is really fueling their vitriol.
There is beauty in the innocent heart of a child. There is beauty in a child’s natural acceptance of others before prejudices are taught. Before we can erradicate ugliness, we have to look at it out in the open, recognize it for what it is. It’s a trade, like the poem says. There’ll always be a price to pay for beauty, for peace, for tolerance. As we try our best to endure these growing pains, I want to remind myself of the possible reward. Maybe someday, when a child looks up in wonder, he/she will see only love, a color blind love. Now that would be beautiful.
photo by jabassen da Photo Freak.
photo by carf.
photo by Lisa at TSS.
photo by Scott Stanfield.
photo by Pete Shacky.
photo by patiencerandle.
Today’s Poetry Friday Roundup is at Becky’s Book Reviews.
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