Only angels know the beauty of the gardens where they go

The places where someday we will see the Son

More than crimson flowers of dusk,

More than golden flowers of dawn,

More than lavender flowers so radiant,

More than blue flowers from days gone,

More than white flowers could shine forth purity,

More than roses even in rarity,

Are the places of comfort, the places of beauty,

Play the “Beyond Beauty” Song while you read this poem.  This song is on the new Blue Ballerina CD,  just released!

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