Show Me Beautiful

Show me beautiful.

Find something good.

Peel back the cover of what has it hidden beneath, and hold it in your hands.

Let it shine.

Let it speak without words.

Raise it to the sky. (Like in The Lion King)

Give thanks for this beauty.

Dance around it.  Or lift your voice in song and celebrate it.

Whatever is lovely, whatever is pure, whatever is noble, find it and rest your thoughts upon it.

I know that it's there. 

So do you...really.

He made so much of it, there is truly no scarcity.

Unfortunately, nothing seems to connect our thoughts with another person like complaint and criticism.

Reject that process.  

Turn your heel against it and walk away.

Instead...

Show me beautiful.

Find something good.

Unearth it.

Expose it.

Reveal it.

Revel in it.

Acknowledge the presence and perseverance of all that deserves praise and joy.

This vessel, this person, who has shown us the possible amidst the mundane.

They are worthy.

They are a trumpet of peace and hope among so many, thorny and bleak days.

Lifting our eyes.

Pushing our shoulders back, and our chin up.

Elevating even our minds.

Be. Just. Like. That.

Take "beautiful" by the right hand and join another that is lost with your left.

Make it a movement. 

Make it your cry.

Make it your anthem.

This is our season.  

This is our lifetime.

This is our chance.

We get no other.

So, finally...

Show me beautiful.

Find something good.

Be the beginning, the middle and carry it to the end.

Choose.

Now.

Today.

Do...not...wait.

Someone else needs this more than you do.