A Beauty Far Poem by Dennis Lange

Sometimes there is a beauty far,
So far we cannot see,
A charm of which we've just been told,
Or, grace left grudgingly.

Sometimes there is a beauty grand
Like peaks that pierce the sky,
Inhaling so their chests expand
And shoulders fill the eye.

From where we stand, the beauty's far
And, longing some shall be
For that which they will ne'er attain,
And's but a sight to see.

But beauty better than the best
Of all both grand and dear
Is that which we can touch and hold -
The beauty that is near.