I passed by beauty in a busy place...
A beautiful soul, a beautiful face.
My life was all wrapped up in me--
Too busy was I to stop and see.
But beauty didn't suffer
For not having been seen;
Only I was robbed
Of what might have been.
I stopped by beauty in the garden today...
So easy to have missed along my way,
But richer am I from my ivory tower
To have knelt down here by this humble flower.
A New Year
10 months ago