Sweet Ruin

Grateful for the thing I cannot see
For the good that lies
Just beyond the ruin
At my feet.
Sweet ruin.
Lovely the splendor 
Of the plenty
Hidden deep beneath
The disguise of unwanted things.
Remember to be grateful.
Remember to rejoice 
When ugliness you meet,
For it's He and his abundance
That hides and waits 
With pockets deep
And gifts aplenty
For the one who can't be fooled
By the rough appearance
Of higher things.