Glory-Filled Eyes
Nature could but blush to acknowledge
the authorship of her form;
framed at night in sacerdotal light
which helps to keep us warm.
It is painful for we lesser beings
to attempt direct appraisal;
instead our eyes must feign disguise
like monkeys looking at angels.
Her cheeks are as sweet as compassion
her ears hears our fears and deny,
that any misfortune could come and importune
within range of her glory-filled eyes.
DH ([email protected])
the authorship of her form;
framed at night in sacerdotal light
which helps to keep us warm.
It is painful for we lesser beings
to attempt direct appraisal;
instead our eyes must feign disguise
like monkeys looking at angels.
Her cheeks are as sweet as compassion
her ears hears our fears and deny,
that any misfortune could come and importune
within range of her glory-filled eyes.
DH ([email protected])