For me, the beauty of my faith is the feeling of being a part of this beautiful world - created to live within it, not hold dominion over it.
For me beauty is in the 'simple things' - the sound of a rushing river, or the wind rustling through leaves. The antics of a magpie or the majestic outline of a soaring hawk. The elegance of a deer - in life and death. Pure laughter. The brightness of the stars on the darkest night. In feeling the power and gentlenes of a horse. I could go on and on.
See, it's everything - the little things, the big things - the joy of the world that we live in. Yes there is great suffering and saddness, but it only takes a glance outside at a squirrel running along a fence to see that for all the awful things that happen, life goes on, and will continue to go on. It may sound odd, but standing out in the wilderness, confronted by a bear who may or may not attack, is one of the few times where I can truly feel at peace. The knowledge that I could live or die as part of the natural cycle is comforting - my only fear is for the bear, who will be hunted down and murdered for the "injustice and crime" of killing me.
I just don't think that I'm expressing this as fully as I can. Heh, I don't really know how to describe it! People around me call it weird. "It's just a stupid bird with a pinecone." "Ew! That's a skeleton, don't touch it!" "Do you have to take pictures every time you see a bird/elk/coyote? You look like a bloody tourist!" But it is the beauty of my faith. I feel sorry for those people who can't stop for a moment and appreciate that vast complexity and great beauty that exists in the 'simple things in life.'