Although I don’t share personal beliefs cultivated by
John Keats during the Romantic Era, I do appreciate his thoughtful investigation
of life and am drawn to at least some of his conclusions. It does seem, as he suggests, that
beauty is a many-faceted essence that originates from in another realm to
pervade earthly experience.
It’s beyond us, and yet all around and even part of us. (See yesterday’s blog.)
The topic of beauty continues to linger in my mind. The
senses recognize it, and yet a letter can be beautiful not necessarily because
of the stationery or even the content, but rather because of the quality of
relationship between the sender and recipient. A memory of a soul bared in a moment of
transparency can be beautiful. A compassionate look in a moment of crisis or
pain, a faithful attitude of submission to God even as the world grates on
itself – these are beautiful.
Yesterday beauty was illustrated by observances on a boat
ride, and narrated by a classic writer respected as a master. Today beauty is manifesting as love,
the love of God indwelling a human heart, love that reaches through barriers of
space and time to conquer the ugliest foe: loneliness. Love is beauty, and beauty is love come to restore us.
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