Beauty is for all to seek - A Poem

They know not what beauty be, 

(Their eyes dulled by flashing lights, ears numbed by machine sounds.)
 To know how beauty might created be.

Neither hope nor faith they know,

'Cept  to buy the latest in clothes and shoes from shops & malls,

But to question everything so well they know!

Tho, not bad it would be, to question and query-

But to appreciate the beauty of faith, the sweetness of

Hope would much better be!

Alas! Know not they, what beauty be, for neither tree nor

  Gentle stream have they seen in a  vista of concrete buildings, grey

Asphalt tracks and smoke belching dragons.

They know not what beauty be,
For if they've not seen the sunrise, how might they the sunset?
Those who in a boxed virtual world be!

The butterfly in vain did flap its wings,
The dew-drops in vain did flash so bright, hanging from leaves
 At an audience so blind so dumb to nature's gifts.

Neither faith nor hope they know,
 People lost to gadgets and trends, who live in ersatz worlds where
The sun never sets - of rising suns would they ever know!

Alas! They know not what beauty be,
For in chaos would they comfort find, with empty eyes stare at
The world so fair, empty souls without hope that be.

If only we'd taught them to pause and wait,
 The golden sun to see, and  twittering birds to hear, perhaps then,
They'd see the Hand that made it all, their eyes to sate!

Beauty perhaps has a lesson to teach,
(But then we taught them to love the race and not to pause.)
Not all who start will win the race.

So take a pause and watch the sun so warm, or
Sniff the winds for the scents so sweet, open your ears for
A message so clear, if beauty is near, can God be far?

But beauty might in a dew-drop be found,
A caterpillar that feeds on a stem, a dragonfly might arrest,
Perhaps e'en in a drop that falls might it be found!

Alas, one does not see the art that the artist has made,
The Kingfisher painted so fair, the Stork that the Sun does greet,
All for our joy the Creator has made!

But the joys of life are there to seek,
They lie scattered around,  for us to see, but pause awhile and
The gifts do take, all for our sake He did them make!