Path to Health

Where does one beauty end,
Where does another then begin,
What you see can never mend,
Unless we end, Destroying Sin.

The beauty and scent, of the Rose Petal,
Softly held, within china cup,
Sings a song, soft, not metal,
Through, sight, and smell, we freely sup.

Placed at center of the table,
Upon fine linen, sets the scene,
All, joining hearts, are then able,
To feel the beauty of what they're seeing.

The world is full of hate and stealth,
But, one delicate cup, from off a shelf,
Filled with beauty, and fragrant wealth,
Returns a wounded heart, back to love, to health.

AMEN