Beauty's Gratitude

It’s great that You create our space and time,
I’m awed as Hubble’s galaxies rotate,
so pleased by all their beauty most sublime,
my gratitude I can’t articulate.

Your flowers intrude to stir my gratitude,
I stop to smell, distracted from my duty,
impressed that You raise such a multitude,
though down-to-earth, I’m raised up by their beauty.

From them I marvel at myself inside,
beyond the physical I sense so real,
I’m grateful there my heart and soul abide,
how beautiful their love and faith I feel.

‘Tis beauty draws this gratitude from me,
in proudest hearts it births humility.

                     by Pete Voelz      8/17/14