Choice word whittled into those last few pages.
More sweet than a thousand words
from the author’s mind,
but isn’t that how it is.
The processed beauty we love
is never the same as a single word from an honest heart.
In all our processing we filter out sincerity
and replace it with conformity.
We pluck mistakes and cover blemishes.
And in our human way we seek out beauty,
but the beauty we were created for
is not the same as the beauty we walk towards.
The beauty our hearts crave is found in the struggle for the victory,
not the trophy placed gently into our hands.
Yet we walk toward the posters,
as we walk with a crowd of fools.
Have we forgotten how to seek truth?