poetry

Child Flower

The flower that is the human face

Is fairest of all flowers to me,

For in its features I can trace

An aspect of divinity.

 

Here in this brow I sense the height

And subtlety and strength of thought;

As still as stars in pools of night

Compassion in these eyes is caught.
 

This mouth so ripe with rosebud words

Of truth and love has power in it

To make a music more than birds

Profoundly sweet and delicate.

What petaled beauty can compare

To the flower that is a human child?

The human flower of God is fair

Beyond all flowers that fill the wild.

Behold Beauty Everywhere

Behold Beauty Everywhere

A Beauty on the Land       

There lies a beauty on the land,
but it is hard to understand
what is the glory in the sky
and on the stranger passing by.
The small sun does not rise or set;
the pavement glistens onyx-wet;
the little lights shine here and there;
a winter damp is in the air.
Yet all the gray familiar places,
all the streets and all the faces,
wear a look of faraway.
It is an ordinary day,
yet everywhere I look I find
a beauty that I passed by blind
an hour ago. Sometimes I think
we spend our life on beauty's brink
and never open up our eyes
to see how warm, how close it lies.