When I was a teenager growing up in Cardiff, Wales I would often go on walks to the hills that surrounded the city. It was a beautiful area of farms, meadows and heavy woodland. One particular wood held a special significance for me because in the deep shade of its forest canopy there were three little streams that came together at a single point. I loved to visit this place of convergence and just sit and contemplate the little rivulets flowing together under their cover of ferns and woodland flowers.
A Beauty on the Land
There lies a beauty on the land,
but it is hard to understand
what is the glory in the sky
and on the stranger passing by.
The small sun does not rise or set;
the pavement glistens onyx-wet;
the little lights shine here and there;
a winter damp is in the air.
Yet all the gray familiar places,
all the streets and all the faces,
wear a look of faraway.
It is an ordinary day,
yet everywhere I look I find
a beauty that I passed by blind
an hour ago. Sometimes I think
we spend our life on beauty's brink
and never open up our eyes
to see how warm, how close it lies.
What beauty have you seen today? Have you watched the sunrise? Have you listened to beautiful music? Have you observed beautiful flowers? There are many places to find beauty—in people, in nature and in things. Wherever we are, we are able to perceive beauty if we are looking for it and are tuned in to the idea of beauty.
Learn to look at all things with the idea of finding something beautiful. Learn to look beyond the appearances to see the underlying splendor.