“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….
It is the time when crimson stars, Weary of heaven’s cold delight, And take, like petals from a rose, Their soft and hesitating flight
Upon the cool wings of the air
Across the purple night.
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.
Keep it light
Rise to occasion
Look on the bright side
The day came slow, till five o’clock,
Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light, A sudden musket spills.
The vast and solemn company of clouds
Around the Sun’s death, lit, incarnadined,
When the dark comes down, oh, the wind is on the sea
With lisping laugh and whimper to the red reef’s threnody,
Frosty-white and cold it lies, Underneath the fretful skies;
Snowflakes flutter where the red
Banners of the poppies spread,
Outside the afterlight’s lucent rose
Is smiting the hills and brimming the valleys,
And shadows are stealing across the snows;
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning’s flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps—
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;