A Beautiful Joy for Holy Week

How Your Soul Is Beautiful

Now that springtime's sunny days are urging early blossoms and green shoots of new life into the world, I am reminded of the Easter baskets, bonnets and hymns I loved as a child. Those fond memories have inspired some musings on beauty that I would like to share with you.

In addition to this being Holy Week, April is also poetry month—which to me brings a special emphasis on how our souls are beautiful. You see, we each have a poetics of soul, a way in which we naturally express the unique talents we were born to offer to the world.

The root of the word poetry or poetics means to create. So our poetics of soul is how we bring our most profound gifts to life.

Those gifts may not consist of rhymes or verses, but they are poetical in the sense that when we are deeply connected with our most authentic Self, the expressions of that communion are beautiful. They flow straight from the heart, often transcending time and space.

It matters not if you are a carpenter, a teacher, a plumber, a taxi driver, an executive, a parent, or an artist—your soul is beautiful. And the poetics of your soul is how you personally create beauty and love and joy.

Although I have written quite a bit about soul poetics,* those thoughts are beyond the scope of this newsletter. For now, I would simply like to extend to you the blessings of this holy season through my poem "A Beautiful Joy." The words are below and here is a link to the little video I created to go with them.

With love,

Cheryl

PS: If you have comments or questions or thoughts about how you express your own soul poetics, please send me an email. I would love to hear from you.

*See Reflections on Being Your True Self in Any Situation

A Beautiful Joy

A beautiful joy occurs

when the Divine is present,

when worlds are joined

across a bridge of unselfish love;

holiness is its flavor

and mercy its expression.

Tears come—

not from sadness,

though loss may be the impetus;

but more from recognition

that this is what Home feels like:

the utter acceptance

of one’s being

of one’s gifts

even of one’s failings

and of one’s longing

to be more of that—

that openness

that givingness

that tenderness

that fullness

that indescribable

something

that knits up hearts

in unity and care,

making all unlike itself pale

and fall away, as if nothing less

than pure love ever happened.

Additional Mystical Poetry for Inspiration & Beauty and can be found here

with many new poems coming soon.

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