Prose poetry...

"Beauty is Everywhere."

Life is beautiful sometimes.
Except when it's not.
But most of the time it is. Most of the time God paints the sunrise in such beautiful colours that, even though the sun rose yesterday, it seems like something brand new and exciting. And in a way it is. In a way, the sun has never risen on that day before. And the start of the new day is always beautiful. No matter what. Even when God decides to hide his canvas behind a layer of cotton batting, you know the sun is there. And that is beautiful.
You know what else is beautiful? Beauty is the calm intake of breath, proof that you live. Serenity. Just sit there and breathe and write and look out the window. Breathe in. Breathe out. That lovely gasp of life that we don't even notice normally. Isn't it a beautiful thing?
Beauty is walking down the aisle, surrounded by people, but with eyes for only one person. Beauty is brushing your daughter's or your sister's hair. Beauty is finding a lady bug. Beauty is laughter. Beauty is knowing we are all brothers and sisters holding hands without ever touching. Strangers meeting strangers. Beauty is the web of true beauty, of friendship and love and faith, that connects countries to countries, hearts to hearts. Beauty is everywhere because life is beautiful.
And even when it's not, all we have to do is open our eyes. Because beauty is everywhere.