Sonnet: Nature Is Beautiful

While Wordsworth worshipped Nature; Keats, Beauty;
To them, each was his art, life, religion;
With senses exalted, did their duty;
Imagination adding perfection.

When God made Nature, He gave it beauty;
All things He made with purpose, perfectly;
He made with man a covenant-treaty;
To enjoy it with his ability.

And Man invented words and syllables;
He used them to describe Mother Nature;
The latter found use in all Parables;
Revealing God's love for man in rapture.

Beauty's zenith of words is Poetry;
Divine love takes us to Eternity.

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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