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Beauty is a light in the heart

beauty is a light in the heart

When I was a little girl (oh so many years ago!), my Mum would tell me the following story:

Centuries ago a great artist was engaged to paint a mural for the cathedral in a Sicilian town. The subject was the life of Christ. For many years the artist labored diligently, and finally the painting was finished except for the two most important figures: the Christ Child and Judas Iscariot. He searched far and wide for suitable models.

One day while walking in the city he came upon some children playing in the street. Among them was a 12-year-old boy whose face stirred the painter’s heart. The artist took the child home with him, and day after day the boy sat patiently until the face of the Christ Child was finished. But the painter still had found no model for the portrait of Judas.

The story of the unfinished masterpiece spread afar, and many men, fancying themselves of wicked countenance, offered to pose for Judas. But in vain the old painter looked for Judas, as he envisioned him-a man warped by life, enfeebled by surrender to greed and lust.

Then one afternoon as he sat in a tavern, a gaunt and tattered figure staggered across the threshold. ‘Wine, wine,’ he begged. The startled painter looked into a face that seemed to bear the marks of every sin of mankind. “Greatly excited, the old painter said, ‘Come with me, and I will give you wine.’

For many days the painter worked feverishly to complete his masterpiece. As the work went on, a change came over the model. A strange tension replaced the stuporous languor, and his bloodshot eyes were fixed with horror on the painted likeness of himself.

One day, perceiving his subject’s agitation, the painter paused in his work. “My son,” he said, “what troubles you so?”

The man buried his face in his hands, sobbing. After a long moment he lifted pleading eyes to the old painter’s face. “Do you not then remember me? Years ago I was your model for the Christ Child.'”

I guess it was Mum’s way of keeping me on the straight and narrow. She would impress on me two truths :

No matter what you look like, inner beauty is what counts and;

Even if you start out being good-looking, if you are bad natured and mean, it will eventually show on your face.

Thanks Mum for being so wise.

” Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart” ~ Khalil Gibran

May you be inspired – every day!


  1. Inspiring Citizen Rafi Inspiring Citizen Rafi January 30, 2013

    Your mom is an amazing lady with a lot of wisdom..

    Hats off to her for presenting such a wonderful daughter like you to the world..

  2. squarecut.atul squarecut.atul July 31, 2008

    Wow, Corinne, another tale with a hard hitting and moving punchline. Absolutely wonderful.

  3. Indyana Indyana July 31, 2008

    Corinne this is such a nice theme for a blog! I saw that you have added mine to your list! Thank you! 🙂 I have added your’stomine,as well! Keep up the nice work!

  4. Mike Aoki Mike Aoki July 30, 2008

    Hi Corinne,That’s such a touching story. Yes, beauty comes from within. The light that shines from having inner peace is more beautiful than any set of clothes could be.Cheers,Mike Aoki,Reflective Keynotes Inc.

  5. Raja Swaminathan Raja Swaminathan July 29, 2008

    Beautiful…I really found this very hard-hitting – and oh-so-true…Very nice one, Corinne.

  6. ani ani July 29, 2008

    that was a reallyy touching post..and i surely agree with your mother..and so rightly said.. Beauty is not in the face.. beauty is the light in one’s heart..because what is one’s heart.. the true emotions and feelings.. that is what is imaged on to one’s face..

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