An Eye For Beauty
Ere men can marvel at the moon,
And starlit beauty see,
There must, inside of much-awed man,
A sense of beauty be.
Before a rainbow in the mist,
Or peacocks’ prideful spreads
Brings sighs, delight, there has to be
Receptors in our heads.
For there’s no cup of milk to drink
And there’s no mile to run
Until the unit first exists,
Until the standard’s done.
How does mere matter know, perceive
The splendor that is purled,
Unless the Maker gave the sense
And matched it with the world?
© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.