Frequently
my senses are so overwhelmed with Your created beauty that I cannot still my
mind and heart to pray. It is Your bath
of exquisite beauty, its abundance, and its carefree liberality that evokes me
to be praise to You. i am praise to
YOU. And even in this I realize my
complete poverty for there is not an “i” that is able to summon up even recognition
of beauty, like a tree can say, “oh look how beautiful the rose!” Often all that i have left is repeating after
You, “You Are”, Therefore beauty is and i am able to recognize it and often recognize
You.
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