Beauty and Truth
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“I have never seen a man who loved virtue as much as he loved beauty.” ~ Confucius
Men love the truth . . . perhaps . . . if beautiful.
Saints love the beautiful if it is true.
Too often though men hate the dutiful.
Too often though the truth cannot cut through
The beauty that they love and so they see
The beauty. They stop there then. Beauty’s shape
Controls and if it does not quite agree
With truth, then truth is jettisoned. The nape
Of neck with curls nestling soft against
The untouched skin exults and blinds the man.
The love of truth is instantly dispensed
With. Lust is like a truthless Taliban.
There’s little luscious in a lovely scene
Consumed by truth, a venomous cuisine.
~ Phillip Whidden