Morning Musings - Thursday

There are things beautiful
Tender
Fragile to the touch
While simultaneously
Terrors unimaginable
Occur without ceasing

And I merrily - or even mindless
Go about my day
The rhythm - the rhyme
The telling and the tug
The occasional plucking of
The strings of my heart

Together
All of it
Either by default or desire
Has made a life
And when glancing back - startled and breathless
Unsuspecting eyes faintly see
The emerging outline of a most beautiful design

So preoccupied and fearful
Missing forest for trees
I stop
And acknowledge
Mystery, magic
A craftsmanship
Only angels can know

dg
8/24/17


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