Category: Poetry

Beauty is here in each creature’s hunger and action. And in my watching.

Wally Swist – Five Poems The Rapture 1. The 28th of October, a Sunday, and we have just...

Beauty — that ephemeral being that so often exists beyond words, in transcendence of our ability to fully describe, that something that lies just beyond our grasp, teasing us with moments of startling truth

I am still stumbling over beauty, and I believe all the beauties of this world are simply shadows of God.  In the natural world, I hear echoes of Beauty. In my poetry, I explore the echoes as well as a Tune I can’t wait to hear fully.

Beauty is both an expression of the gorgeous and the terrible, a reflection of the way in which nature works