There Is

There is

So much

Beauty in the world.

In the sky at morning’s birth

In the sky as each day dies

And soon after, in the stars singing faintly in the distance

And the wide-faced full moon smiles in their direction, and ours.

In the laughing baby, I dare you to look, listen, and not to laugh yourself: unlikely!

In the life-partner, holding the one that makes life live as their life ebbs away

In the silence between two significant phrases, when life opens up and blooms.

There is so much beauty in this creation:

How can I look any day or night, any man or woman, any pup or singing bird in the face,

And fail to cry

Heart to heart in beauty’s house?