There is a beauty
no mirror has ever held
no glass has ever remembered
It does not live in charm
or fleeting applause
those things vanish
like mist
Another beauty walks quietly
through hands that build
through hearts that forgive
through strength that bends
and rises
She does not wear it
as ornament
It grows within her like a flame fed by time older than ours
seen only by the Eternal
Rooted and luminous
born in the quiet fear
of the Lord
And the world may never notice
but the heavens whisper
“She is fire.
She will endure.”
