O Ancient Beauty, primordial love,
seeded in the secret of every self.
You plant yourself permanently,
as the mainstay of each one’s life.
How frequently you reveal yourself,
in unexpected form and manner,
touching our hearts with quiet hope,
stirring the embers of our faith,
rousing us with your pure loveliness,
as you visit our lives ever anew.
Today: I watch for how your Beauty visits me.
~ Joyce Rupp, Fragments of your Ancient Name