‘See me’ she cries in all her glory as sunset glides through golds and pinks leaving purple haze and peace. “I’m here” - a whisper her voice barely dusting the still lake. Beauty calls through artists, poets and kind deeds of broken humanity. Hear her voice, or his, through enduring love and sacrifices, great and small. She calls us to He who made it all. Magnificent Creator who painted the greatest beauty in the ugly-skull-place Blood dripping down roughly hewn wood. Hatred unable to stifle Love pouring from the broken body, the ultimate sacrifice given to draw us into the eternal dance in divine union past visible horizons. Beauty calls... Take the outstretched, scarred hand and join the dance and the kingdom, where unending beauty dwells.