Broken beauty

That day gold inside me creating new eyes
amazed by the beauty of red tulips,
the skin of a baby, that stranger’s work
boots creased with glorious effort
Awake was worth all the pain it cost

Now then seeing being holding
Each and all
golden in hope
was     would     will be
all this broken beauty that sears like fire

God-gold’s warm bright indescribable love
that saved me then
Now
Not quite yet