Beauty

The storm breaks, a light appears, and your eyes begin to see.
The voice of mother wisdom is mute,
but the message is inscribed on your door.
Enter.
Create.
Begin.
You know what you know.
There is beauty,
for you are beautiful.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

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