Deborah Downes (January 25 1952 / Bronx New York)

I looked deeply into my love’s eyes
and it was so beautiful to me….
- not for the sight but for the passion

I heard the laughter of my little ones
and it was so beautiful to me….
- not for the sound but for the joy

I consumed life’s offerings
and they were so beautiful to me….
- not for the taste but for the wisdom

I breathed the heady scent of honeysuckle
and it was so beautiful to me….
- not for the smell but for the serenity

I caressed the softness of my dying mother’s face
and it was so very beautiful to me….
- not for the touch but for the wonder of birth

God’s beauty is a reflection of the heart
in the mirror of the soul….
- not just the senses’ perception.