How immune we are grown
to Nature’s radiance
perhaps if we had known
the expense of such ignorance.
If miracles be what we seek
how dare we ignore the stars?
Or flowers bent, pretty and meek
over the land we claim as ours.
And who are we to refuse to converse
to the alleged existence above
when He speaks through the universe
— how else would He show His love?
Can it be that our eyes
tire of beauty, no longer stop
to wonder at the vast skies
and that which sits atop?
Let us not let knowledge
strip us of curiosity
for to see beauty in the humblest hedge
is a grand ability.
If God be silent, it can only be,
that we’ve grown deaf to his voice
because to ignore the beautiful subtleties
is, after all, our choice.
Thanks to Acton for alerting me to the quote that inspired this poem: “Nature is too thin a screen; the glory of the One breaks in everywhere.” – Emerson