Physical being
written by Cehlia Nicole Newman-Menendez 2000©

Beauty, lithe and grace,

what once was, eludes this temporal space.

Entrance upon entrance, attention commanded by one being.

Is life's lesson learned by the disintegration of this form?

Layers, applied upon each other, by pain, by sorrow, by another.

Why?  Is this God's plan?

Am I to live with this change for alteration of my being?

Crying, sorrow, sadness, for oneself, how utterly absorbed am I!

Acceptance, resonance of wise words once uttered...

"...in the eye of the beholder."

But, is what is on the inside as foul as the exterior?

Serenity and gifts compel this mortal soul to understanding of one's

greater than the individual.

Life's shell lost, but, more is gained, those little beings upon whose love,

this soul regains some semblance of knowledge.

They love without sight, without pre conceived perceptions of

a form or style

thank them, thank God, we are all, Beautiful!