Pursuit. A striving after wind,
with the hope of it being found;
the spirit of relationship between beauty & me,
a stretch of something profound.
In America, I caught a glimpse
of people & places wanting more,
constant activity of beautification,
inviting beauty to dwell on our shores.
Presently I’m overseas
witnessing a new kind of union,
where beauty invites man
to an incredible transformation.
Instead of pursuing, people are dwelling
with a place present in beauty;
my soul is in disbelief,
somebody must be trying to fool me.
Instead of strife, I see breath,
an embracement of the pleasurable;
joy exudes in a place having reached where others reach,
truly the love of God for believers and the unbelieving is immeasurable.
And I have barely experienced but a day here,
an uncomfortably blissful, yet joyous store;
to know I can see beauty already and this is just the beginning,
I cannot imagine what mystery lies in store.
