(This thing called) Beauty

I am looking amongst the rubble,

in the trouble and the war, in the

tragic and the suffering, in the pain

and the loss; I am looking and seeking,

among the ugly and the cruel, looking

for this pearl of great price, this thing

that must be there, this thing that’s

elusive, and hidden in agony, this wondrous,

sweet thing that lies with it all, this thing

of mystery, this eternal thing of Plato’s realm—

this thing, this pearl, called beauty.