Be one who is always reaching for beauty
In whatever form it comes toward you
Let it bless you as you pass by
Pushed on to what she points to
A lost sense of the sacred you pursue
The holy and unholy ugliness
At first of the truth taking off her veils
The simple goodness of a child you felt
Must be there behind everything
The child cowering in the cupboard
The child teaching in the temple
The child you were and are and will be
Let beauty go by you
For only what is good is true
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