Pupils do not smile;
they do shrink or swell
inviting light’s response,
or not so much.
Beauty bursts surprising grace in place and space.
addictive potential love of beauty,
hope becoming faith,
sustained or unsustainable through repeating peace recovery.
Beauty grows through relationship,
the surface of goodness,
or even excess.
Creative beauty thrives through time
each moment we return to places
where rejoin our longing and belonging
our purpose with our meaning
our becoming in this being
our function in this in-formation
at this time
and in this relationship of home.
Pupils do not smile so much as mutually swell.