There are those who speak of beauty
as merely skin deep.
I sit and wonder
how can this be true.
What motivates them
to such an erroneous error?
I sit and wonder if they believe
the same about all things.
Is their custom paint job better
than a working engine in that car?
Is the wrapping of the gift
kinder than the thought?
The siding on the house more important
than the family that dwells within?
I shall sit and know
why their sorrow grows.
For all the unseen beauty they have shunned
now radiates around me.
