If you haven’t yet beheld what beauty, what joyful beauty, the destitute children of Paraguay’s barrios are creating, no wonder you’re having difficulty understanding the Orthodox doctrine of apatheia. When you get a chance, check out the miracle, and as you weep and laugh at the same time, thank God for opening your heart to the undefeatable music of beauty. And while you’re still here on this page, and if the heavy lifting of comments from two posts ago has you worn out, enjoy some more poetry!
Beautiful. So beautiful—
Where ‘ere I look I choose to see
the beauty that exists
in spite of evil that resists
like shadows ‘gainst the rising Son;
they are not real,
no substance have,
are no ‘thing’
and nothing mean.
All that is real on thee depends
and from thy breath of love extends;
With thee infused all is
to thee alone all sends
its praise back.
Beautiful. You are so beautiful,
in all things. I see you in their eyes
and deep within their depths I find
eternal surprise after surprise.
Who can have a fear, fully rested here,
where endless fields are laid before
and all I love with me above;
each one by name in thee restored?
No dream can touch
nor can song match
nor craft enshrine
the beauty that is thine
(Tom Belt, Iraq, 2008)
(Picture from here.)