Real Beauty

Beauty, REAL beauty!
like the spotless work of God in the life of a young woman.
Beauty that can make the eyes well up and the spirit sing.
Perfectly un-marketable, as if at the hint of salary, it flees,
like a rain or breeze insulted by Glade or the thought of time.
The beauty that clings to righteousness and collects in waiting.
It grows by faith that the ache of the incomplete, is not all there is.
It happens freely when redemption is lived freely;
it happens when we participate in the divine nature.
It is the combat of corruption.