Beauty Walking

We are not what we appear:

Minivans and Land Rovers,

Miniskirts and accessories,

Cardboard signs and burnt faces,

One side of an aisle or another.

I have never ceased to be amazed,

When I open my heart to another soul,

How very different they are

From what I judged them to be.

Beauty walking.

A soul awakening and searching . . .

If we but allow ourselves the time

And shed the goggles of pride and knowing

Long enough to

See.