We The Beholder Poem by Michael Kolb

What beauty has departed our grasp
with little notice but the acknowledgement of a few?

What profound action so gentle, or words uttered mere seconds before death, mere seconds before glory, mere seconds before oblivion? But witnessed only by a handful chosen by chance to be a notary to the conscious mind of another at it's finest hour

What bone-weary passenger sharpened their eyes to this moment? what ears near deaf from the din and dash of everyday life suddenly rang clear with echo of words so true that non-believers turned to the warmth of their afterglow?

In a time of instant and mass dissemination, what beauty has shaped our world but observed only by those lucky few? Those lucky few, aware and able to comprehend what it was they had just witnessed and would never be able to adequately recount to another

For at that moment, beauty provides pigment
Pigment which forever changes the color of life

That beautiful moment will add color to the name of the next newborn child. That beautiful moment will add color to the description of the next perfect sunset. That beautiful moment will deliver us from the edge of darkness to a place of hope

That beauty which resonates in the eyes and ears of only we who take the time to notice- the conscious we....we the beholder.