the eye sees what it wants to see
it is beauty and truth that i seek
a flower opening in the morning light
a child's laughter or a dog's delight
at it's owners return home
i see the Master's hand in everything
wherever my eyes roam


the mind believes what it wants to believe
and i still believe there is hope
as long as there is breath
in all beings large or small
i feel closest to my Maker
amongst nature and it's
endless array of radient beauty
and in the truth in the poet's pen

Faith Elizabeth Brigham

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-beauty/