The Old Meeting (Unitarian), Marshfield

When I share the beauty that a human hand has wrought,
It leads me through the object to another person’s soul;
His eye becomes my eye and his thought becomes my thought,
Our two minds, for a moment, coalesce into one whole.

Thus I am led to beauty through another person’s eyes,
Or to a love of music through another person’s ears;
They educate my senses and they help me to be wise
To the glory of the universe, the music of the spheres.

So when I see the beauty that is wrought by God’s own hands,
The cloud bedappled heavens casting shadows on the sea,
Or the landscapes, trees and flowers of my own or other lands,
My soul is opened up to God and He shares His with me.

This poem was read at the October 2011 service.