Find one beautiful thing every day and take a photo of it.
Philippians 4:8 Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.
Beauty Day 50 Friendship
(This is my beautiful friend Claudia, whose father recently passed away, in a prior photo of her and myself, and here is the poem she asked me to read at her father’s memorial yesterday. The scene is still fresh in my mind. I wish I had taken a photo of the entire family, because people, especially family–my own and others’–are so beautiful. People are beautiful. As background to the poem, Claudia’s father was a jeweler.)
In His Image
–To My Father on his Birthday
by Christina Wilson for Claudia Brock
In a recess of my jewel box
where the velvet’s been worn away
lies a cornelian cameo pin—
in tones of pink and gray.
I remember well the day you gave it
my ears turned and bent away
my hardened heart refused to listen
to what you wanted to say.
In the obscure depths of a distant sea
grew the shell, a living stone.
Before it knew the carver’s knife
its features were unknown.
Beneath the hand of the carver’s grace
in relief as red as life
a gentle portrait of the carver’s love
through patient skill took shape.
I as a child in my time at home
grew as a conch in the sea
and time with its cares, worries, and woe
has been a knife on me.
As with the shell whose death, unsealed,
became a graceful form
I thank the only Carver I know
for the love you shed on me.