The Power of Beauty

Marion Cotillard--French Beauty

When the world seems dark and humanity finds no comfort anywhere, we look to beauty for some ray of hope amidst the gloom. There is beauty in the rain clinging softly to the vine, beauty also in the eyes of Marion Cotillard--so blue and so still.

There is beauty in the melodious singing of Billie Holiday and of the old man who sits quietly alone in a room listening to her songs and daydreaming of Marilyn Monroe whose photograph decorates his lonesome wall. Beauty is in the leaves falling, the sun fading, the moon rising, the heart pounding. Beauty in a dancer's movements, beauty in a lover's kisses.

Always, no matter what the hour, no matter how dire the fates we suffer, we can find if we but look. It is not necessary for it to be pure or perfect. It can be perfectly imperfect and gorgeous for that reason. Beauty is the most complete vision of the eternal love from which we all came and which still resides in each of our souls or else why would we all of us, each separate being, still be so drawn to it like a young babe is drawn to its mother's breast?

Beauty is the guide for the weary. Share some beauty today or find some where it still exists and love it for beauty is truly precious in a world like the one we inhabit.

An Excerpt from John Keats' Ode on a Grecian Urn

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,'--that is all
Ye kno on earth, and all ye need to know.