Pulchritude Poem by Dylan Attard

To the Father through the features of mens faces,

I have encounter Christ,

Secluded in the strangest places.

Now footsteps pound against the paves,

Bustling busy people, seeking the only love that saves.

Yet,

God's gift's resides in all things Good!

For goodness is the heart of God.

In all things, and all things more,

Heavens gateway stands, at every door,

Opened to all for all to see,

God's gift is life, to you and me.

The creases in this century's face marking,

Both brutality and pulchritude;

Remain to speak the truth of this perpetual place:

'Within the darkness of our heart,

The Lord nestles himself,

Tears the shadows apart.'

Searing the cross unto the smouldering sky,

For all our sins; the sinless Son, did die

Thus from the deeds of this one man,

The fruit of life; is found again.