I want to waste time searching for wretched beauty,
so I may hold, in my weathered hands,
the grains of time — where we find
the paradox of humanity
held together in mystery by extravagant Love.
What wretched beauty is this life
where we crave more and more
though we carry the weight
of a thousand broken yesterdays.
Still we know there’s beauty in the dirt —
wretched beauty — waiting to be found.
So I want to waste time searching
for the extravagant, unnecessary, abundance
of this wretched, beautiful life.