Trivial
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
Beautiful, right through to “To cause discovery to come to be” a wonderful closer.
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Thank you! I must admit this is one of my favorites 😊
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The dandelion photograph is a perfect illustration of a daily glory. They may be weeds, but the fullness, symmetry, delicacy, and buttery yellow color all speak of beauty! Thank you for the reminder that in the trivial is treasure. (P.S. Thank you also for becoming a follower of my blog, From the Inside Out. I pray that, when you’re able to visit, you’ll find meaning and encouragement there.)
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Thanks Nancy! Thanks for taking the time to read my blog and leave a good encouraging comment 😊. I look forward to visiting your blog.
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