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Beauty by L. M. Montes

What is beauty?
A visual of mountains, streams, and lakes?

Is it a flower?
Those precious colored jewels, our breaths they take?

Is it the ocean waves spilling across the sand?
A sound so smooth and brings us sleep?

Does it come in the form of a sweet scent?
From flowers’ scents to baked pecan rolls, a taste we keep?

What form does it take?
Any form to you and me from Jesus hand for us to see.

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Sonnet I: Winter

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When snow has come and lingered for a time,
The mountains shine like pure white satin sheets.
The jagged rocks that stand and point like knives,
Have but a look of poise and symmetry.
The houses they in hibernation go,
and sink like ships way deep beneath the waves.
Cold air does whoosh in frigid gusty blows,
But stops to peek a while inside a cave.
The birds take off from empty bare tree nests,
To seek their food which they know is not there.
The trees did fall asleep like all the rest
Of this great wintry beauty of no where.
The hunters coming back from years afar,
Do find their world still bright like heaven’s star.

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God’s Beauty

God’s beauty,
a wonder,
a secret never told,
vast majestic mountains
in its palace of white gold.

Oh you people in the valley
of the village down below,
roam in silence
always seeking
for the secret never told.

The mist that lightly lingers,
gently staggers wide white fingers,
through a dark collage of mountains
laying to rest upon the snow
to find the secret never told.