Come Close and See

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 Golden Moment

The gold for which we labor and toil,
Which blinds men's eyes as they dig the soil,
Or warps their goals, visions and dreams
As they tunnel the mountains and pan the streams,
It's power is fleeting; its joy dies away
In the hands of men who wish it to stay.
But the golden morning that lifts my eye
Gives hope to a dream that never shall die.