It’s this. The look I see, in this mesmerizing mural. It’s especially daunting, yet an unmistakably stellar display of beauty & grace. I see so much depth in her, I feel like I must know her, maybe I have seen her. Perhaps, I have even met her. It’s a stare of passionately knowing, a wistful smile that tenderly breaks, to show a sage-like wisdom. The smoky tone in her face & the sultry stance, delicately show her confidence. It gives way to an undeniable competence in her graceful demeanor. She proves to be a pillar of hope that lightens the burden of doubt. It’s a feeling I get when I glance into her deepened eyes. I’m moved by her soft gentle smile, that captivates my transparent thoughts & makes me think all things are possible again! I’m captured by the presence of a beauty in the ashes, as I realize what once was lost, shall now be found. My tears have stained the ashen ground once more, yet they are drops of relief. I realize I am called out of this darkness & into His wonderful light! I’m delightfully amazed, perhaps quietly awakened, to see through these hazy days & open my eyes to a new morning…. a fresh start! Those piercing eyes have broken this hold, that binds my feet from moving forward. It’s released the vicious snare that brings me down to deep despair. What seemed to be impossible, has now become possible; as I freely let go & boldly take hold of the One, who is greater than this. I am able to breathe, I am stronger to live! I am capable of dreaming again, because now I can see, Beauty in these Ashes.
