“Where Beauty Is, There Am I”
In the petal, in the leaf, and in the early dew of morn.
In silent rays of light that fall o’er field of golden corn.
How beautiful the newborn child that, from its Mother’s breast,
Takes first the sustenance of earth and breathes the Father’s breath.
Where beauty lives, and beauty is, there Am I, it is My face.
Tis I that warms your spirit so, with that Amazing Grace.
Look for me in fields of corn and in the glistening dew.
And when the thorns are all you find, know, I am there for you.
For beauty comes in many ways. At times it’s not so bright.
How can the rose know her strength without thorns to aide her flight?
Where beauty shines, and beauty is, tho in darkness it may dwell,
There Am I, it is My Love. It is the healing well,
That speaks to you throughout the night, so that, when day doth break,
The guiding whispers that you heard, shall call on you to wake.
Awaken now! And see your light, the beauty that you are,
And know that, in the darkest thorn there is a shining star.
Where beauty is, there Am I.
Look within, for you are beautiful.
… Eliza White Buffalo with Nicholas Black Elk