Beautiful Life

How can you put into words the beauty of life itself,

There is no ruler by which to measure the greatness of all of our struggles,

There is no weight by which to scale the depth of our hurts,

Without betrayal, without disappointment, there is no appreciation of honesty, or of promises kept.

The beauty of life is not in its perfection and ease,

But it is in seeing the strength of our own calves and our own will to stand in spite of gusting winds of torment.

We come thought trials ALIVE, and our blood flows with zeal to press on, to test our strength against an army of a thousand more...we find beauty, not in the waters of trouble but in the glory of defeat! RE