The Only Beauty to Escape My Grasp


With one diving wave of scepter sworn,
I can compose a swiftly season change,
By turning heaven blue from gray forlorn
Or bathing ailing life upon the range.
Let me tell thee, I fly to holy heights,
With gusting wind behind my feathers' tip
Or perched high in sight of Godly lights,
With sharply pointed claws to rip and rip.
When wanted, I make mountains touch the sky
And blossoms breathing with angelic scent;
A luscious fragrance worthy of to die;
When life doth sin, to me they doth repent.
The king of nature doth reside within,
But my eternal power has a flaw;
To which I fade with purely mortal men;
A beauty which is simply pure and raw.
I cannot tame the beauty bestowed her,
Nor gain her eye or everlasting love,
Nor hear her soothing sinless catlike purr,
I shall ne'er fly with my celestial dove.
	 If I said I don't care, it's a lie.
	 If we don't have love we will surely die.


---  by Brian E. Uecker, Texas Tech University