BEAUTIFUL SPIRITUAL POEMS: “Beauty”(“The search for beauty is the search for God”) by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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“Beauty”

The search for beauty is the search for God,
     Who is All Beauty. He who seeks shall find;
And all along the paths my feet have trod,
     I have sought hungrily with heart and mind
          And open eyes for beauty everywhere.
          Lo! I have found the world is very fair.
The search for beauty is the search for God.

Beauty was first revealed to me by stars.
     Before I saw it in my mother’s eyes,
Or, seeing, sensed it beauty, I was stirred
To awe and wonder by those orbs of light,
     All palpitant against empurpled skies.
They spoke a language to my childish heart
Of mystery and splendor and of space,
Friendly with gracious, unseen presences.
Beauty was first revealed to me by stars.

Sunsets enlarged the meaning of the word.
     There was a window looking to the west:
Beyond it, wide Wisconsin fields of grain,
And then a hill, whereon white flocks of clouds
     Would gather in the afternoon to rest.
And when the sun went down behind that hill,
What scenes of glory spread before my sight–
What beauty–beauty, absolute, supreme!
Sunsets enlarged the meaning of that word.

Clover in blossom, red and honey-sweet,
     In summer billowed like a crimson sea
Across the meadow lands. One day, I stood
Breast-high amidst its waves, and heard the hum
     Of myriad bees that had gone mad like me
With fragrance and with beauty. Over us,
A loving sun smiled from a cloudless sky,
While a bold breeze kissed lightly as it passed
Clover in blossom, red and honey-sweet.

Autumn spoke loudly of the beautiful,
     And in the gallery of Nature hung
Colossal pictures hard against the sky,
Set forests gorgeous with a hundred hues,
     And with each morning some new wonder flung
Before she startled world–some daring shade,
Some strange, new scheme of color and of form.
Autumn spoke loudly of the beautiful.

Winter, though rude, is delicate in art–
     More delicate than summer or than fall
(Even as rugged Man is more refined
In vital things than Woman). Winter’s touch
     On Nature seemed most beautiful of all—
That evanescent beauty of the frost
On window-panes, of clean, fresh-fallen snow,
Of white, white sunlight on the ice-draped trees.
Winter, though rude, is delicate in art.

Morning! The word itself is beautiful,
     And the young hours have many gifts to give
That feed the soul with beauty. He who keeps
His days for labor and his nights for sleep
    Wakes conscious of the joy it is to live,
And brings from that mysterious Land of Dreams
A sense of beauty that illumines earth.
Morning! The word itself is beautiful.

The search for beauty is the search for God.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

 

 

Thank you dear Trina for recommending this poem!

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5 Comments Add yours

  1. Superb poetry 👌 and such lovely words so well penned on beauty that is all encompassing.

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    1. Thank you so much dear Kamal! This poet is another one of my favorites 🙂 ❤

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      1. Yes and same here too. Welcome dear Amira.

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  2. LindaP says:

    Magnificent poem Amira!

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    1. Thank you!!! So happy to hear you liked it! ❤

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