Sometimes, truth, too hard to be said in
one way, will find another way to express itself; love never ceases to
translate its fiery gems. Sometimes beauty, too piercing to be conceived in its
raw state, will come to us clothed in complexity that we might be able to bear
it; even appearing in a form we might naturally resist in order to protect itself from
being too easily seen. The interior of love too wonderful by far to be perceived by any proud
eye, its secrets were the portion of the pure in heart. As the ennobling fires of beauty
and truth wait to be welcomed of the poor in spirit, so the shining amaranthine gems of Amethyst Poetry are poised here, their truth and beauty hidden, yet waiting to be discovered. All
gifts of love to all who read...shine through the amaranthine rocks Amethyst Poetry . . .
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