There’s A Kind Of Loveliness (In Answer To Percy Bysshe Shelley) Poem by Gert Strydom

There’s a kind of loveliness
a kind of unreal beauty,
while in nature it is displayed free
from any unkindness,

and it has the divine instruction to bless,
are present in everything that we see,
are in the best hopes of what we wish to be,
in every tender touch, are caught in every caress.

Its presence is everywhere
and although it is unseen
traces of it can be seen
all about us, right here and there,

in faces that sometimes look and stare,
in places where people had been
and something of it’s is keen
to reach out with a kind of loving care.

Its presence is in every flower,
even the grass,
in stormy clouds that together mass
and in lightning bolts and every rain shower

there is a kind of hidden power
and it’s in every thing that is and was,
even sometimes reflected on the window glass
in every hill with sheer cliffs that tower

and I define what I have written here
as the very presence of the Lord God
and some may not regard it thus, may on other ways trod
while by their choice with their lives He does not interfere

but He is always somewhere near
and to some people this may sound odd
but His will he does not on people prod
and I worship him with love and without any fear

but He is omnipresent is touching everything,
has created all that exists, the way that things are,
and man’s choices left this planet with a scar
while He is still maintaining it and mere men he keeps on visiting.

[Reference: “Hymn to Intellectual Beauty by Percy Bysshe Shelley.]