Wednesday, March 22, 2017


Without the daily occurrences
There would be no poetry
We all look for the grandeur
There is nothing wrong with that
Except we tend to miss the glorious 
Within the small, the tedious, the mundane
For wisdom plainly speaks
The greatest goodness is in the earth
It is the poet who discovers it
Then attempts to reveal it through simple paper
Simple pen
A tree gave its life so a greater beauty can be expressed
A simple paper
A simple pen
Just one more simple thing 
Hiding in the winepress
Awaiting the announcements of the angels
Awaiting the arrival of hope, of power, of truth

To cause discovery to come to be

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