There is a Certain Beauty

A poem I wrote back in 2002...

There is a certain beauty
     in the passing away of things

A peaceful dignity

As Summer begets Autumn
     and Autumn begets Winter.


For though it seems that death has come
    the reality of Spring lies waiting.

So the friendship
    and the fear of God
        give eternal birth
            to Hope

There is a certain beauty in the death to self and sin.

And though the days grow dark and long
     and silent lies the Cold

Yet the translation of mortal to immortal is sure

Sin's defeat complete in that moment
      as holiness shall reign.

Corruptible discarded
      eradicated stains

And so the Spring will usher in
      new life
            new birth
                   release
                         for those who trust

Just demands satisfied
         unmerited favor granted
                 mercy covering contrite, humble souls

So victory and celebration without end
begin
at Earth's finish line

For there the Savior calls His own
      The Father holds His children

There is a certain beauty in the passing away of things.

(2002)