If beauty were too prevalent —
if we were in its grasp
most all the time
I  guess  we’d not distinguish
between what’s bland
and what’s sublime.


Too much awe might do us in
and thin our perceptive prowess.


That’s what I thought today
while looking at the sky —
its usual offerings absent.


I was disappointed, yes
but knew that later on
the blessings I’ve received
would reappear and stir
what’s in me to respond.

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