Beauty

Beauty is a fragile thing;
Like the moon-moth’s dusty wing,
Like the song the conch shells sing,
Like the thin thread of a dream,
Like the fairy gems that gleam
On every blade and every stem
Of all the matted plants that hem
A meadow stream.

Touch beauty lightly, then.
Guard it with jealous zeal;
Open your eyes to see,
Your hearts to feel…
And breathe a quiet prayer
For beauty everywhere!

CHRISTIAN BOARD OF PUBLICATION