He was Beautiful
By Odell Sneeden Hathaway
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Copyright 1996, By Odell Sneeden Hathaway, III He was beautiful, that above all else is what is important! He was not just cute, he was beautiful! He was not just a hunk, he was beautiful! He was not just sexy, he was beautiful! A blind man could have seen it, and yes many did. When they asked to see more he would show them and they would run in terror. The only thing wrong with him was his beauty. His mother had hoped that he would out grow it. When he was young she hid him from the world, not as one hides a great treasure. But as one would hide the fact that a family member had aids. What he had was far worse, he was beautiful. She would have made him wear a mask if that could have concealed his beauty. But nothing could. As he got older he had to show the world how beautiful he was. Not out of pride, that would not have been beautiful at all. No, he had to show the world the way the rain has to show us that it is wet, and makes us wet in the process. Yes, he was beautiful and he tried to teach the world to be beautiful. For he love the world and he cried out to it "come and be beautiful with me," but there has never been any one on this earth who really wanted to be beautiful. Each of us would rather be what we think we are, instead of what we could be. So we tried to kill him, we nailed him to a tree, we thought that we could kill this beauty and never have to face the beauty in our selves. But at best all we can do is hide beauty away. Lock it in a cave were it may sit for a day or two. We hope that we will never see it's beautiful head, or hear it calling to us telling us and that we can be just as beautiful as it is. You see each of us is afraid because there will always be Easter and the
beauty we tried to destroy will rise again. Not as a concerrer, but as a
lover who will always welcome us and help us find what is best and most
beautiful in our selves, if only we will let it. |
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