That's Beautiful

When I come across an iris on my walk across the grass,
when a rose catches my vision with its brightness as I pass,
that's beautiful.


When I sit down with biology and finally get it done,
when my math sticks in my brain and it's somewhere close to fun,
that's beautiful.


When I groan about the morning, then realize it's Saturday,
when I complain about tomorrow, then remember yesterday,
that's beautiful.


When I'm crying and my glasses keep on getting in the way,
when someone's throwing up and the sky is gloomy gray,
when my skirt is ripped, my drink is spilled and much to my dismay
I'm irritated at my siblings, who just won't go away,


That's ... beautiful?


My tears will dry, the sickness ease, the sun will shine again
I'll mend my skirt and wipe the wet and won't I realize then
these troubles are so very small, and even were they not,
God's grace is on and in me, and His will He has well wrought.


And that's beautiful.


Allison Young, 2012