I don’t know how to quantify what makes a person beautiful
Perhaps it truly does rest in the eye of the beholder
Perhaps it is only found in that moment when we see
The times when we open ourselves to the possibilities in the other
And put aside the judgments of the screen and the magazine racks
Seeing in a subtle smile or a wondering glance
A window into the soul that our spirit rejoices to meet
We may spend a lifetime and only encounter a handful of these moments
And so often they surprise us because of where they meet us
In places we never expect or in experiences tragically transitory
In a simple conversation or strolling through the marketplace
And there are many types of beauty that meet us in our lives
There was a beauty that was found when each of my children were born
That moment they touched my heart with their tiny thumbprints
Still remaining beautiful in their own way as they grow into young adults
There is the beauty of the person who you see and cannot look away
For something about appearance or movement or voice or demeanor
Captures your imagination and draws you in, even if only for a moment
Some will hear their beauty spoken in words awkward or eloquent
Many times the words remain trapped within our throats
And perhaps the most difficult beauty to acknowledge
Is the one that we find as we criticize our reflection in the mirror
For it is far easier to see the things that make us unique as our flaws
And to become blinded by other’s judgments
To that which is beautiful in ourselves.
Neil White, 2014
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Sign of the Rose 
True, beautiful, wise!