Joyful Ruins

You’ve given me the gift

To see beauty in it all

In the pain

In the spiders

In the passing things of this world

Not a disconnected

Cliche sight

No

But a feeling

Empathetic

Holy beauty

That sees your intended hands

At work

I see the weaving of the cobwebs

Which glisten when rain drops fall

And has more detail and artistry

Than most man made works

I have felt the depth of pain

Through sickness

Aches

Weakness

I feel the heartache

Not just think I understand

And I feel that while I hurt

There is beauty being made there

I do not wish death or loss

For any soul

And neither do you

I see how treasures come from the dark places God

And I long to share that with others