Beauty

I seek the beauty
in the far flung hills
in the temple of my soul
in the silence of the dawn

I seek the beauty
in the song of my people
in the thread of a prayer shawl
in the dusk of the sky

the beauty seeks me
through a veil of darkness
and finds my eyes a mirror
to reflect back the splendor

I have found the beauty
in the breath that I draw
in the minor chord of sorrow
in the echo of the hills

Photo snapped along highway 40 somewhere in Arizona…the open road