All beauty fails before Him

As the mind does wander
and the hours as though tarry
I find myself in a daze and barely
able to strike a single chord
where my fingers tapped on an empty writing board
my mind reaches upon a shelf impossible to mount
where words of inspiration can nourish and make me able
to describe the way I feel today
gathered here in the glory of God-displayed

The sun is sour to the eyes
taste so unpleasant to the sight
no pinch of sugar no delightful mouthful
of honey to ease the sore of a mid-day's woe
to seek (but alas!) no shade to wade one's soul afresh

Sat still I did
near a place where I
find solace and butterflies
Maid of the air she pursuits the skies
like lovers prancing hand in hand
O dear ladies how they sing their songs
reminds me-near though far-a-reminder-still

of a far away song I presume-I suppose
I am unable to breathe from lips of my mind
and pen to move and my fingers stubbornly lay
refused to propose a word to soothe my hungry soul
to express perhaps my longings...

Oppressed still my emotions-plainly
I found the Teacher in the midst of white daisies
and golden frills of some other breed of garden lace
He held His staff and rod and stood still right there
where His golden hair out-shined the sun
His eyes too bright to look at

He turned around and there He was
My heart had melted and my soul applaud
Dear Lord, my soul so willing but tongue betrayed
to express the words-so worthy-to have laid
A smile produced from His blessed lips
caused roses and lilies to cringe and twist
for they knew quite plainly He was all and this;
All beauty failed before Him.