I will turn my attention

to beauty

& I will see it everywhere,

in the cries & in the silences,

in the rising & in the collapsing,

in the ugly & in the appealing.

Beauty is the song

that never stops hoping,

beauty is the glimmer of possibility, always.

I will turn my thoughts to beauty,

I will listen for the life-giving voice,

I will not be defeated by sorrow,

I will find life in loss,

and resurrection in death.

I will live as if Easter is every morning.