Apparent Beauty

Apparent Beauty

Smooth, hot, gorgeous,
flip of the hair,
a face to share.

Beauty, written all over,
catching the eye,
making them sigh.

A sight for the breathless,
like a California evening,
or a Shanghai morning.

The throws of ardor,
a taste, a flavor,
a feast of color.

But peel it, reveal aught,
what do you find?
What you had in mind?

Seeing now underneath,
in the heart,
the truest part,

Not what you thought,
not what life taught,
you find no sign of evil’s rot.

In silk did God ensheathe,
a sword of brilliance,
that strikes in silence,

To pierce all hearts with truest love.

1/22/2013