It's ordinary, but it's beauty aches to be realized.
So ordinary, it's grace so often disguised.
Moment by moment
it lies within these confines.
Too often overlooked by preoccupied minds.
This radiant perfection alive in the here and now
Waiting to be uncovered
Waiting to endow
Our hearts with lambent joy, so soft and yet so loud
Be still the busy mind
And in ordinary moments...
Grace is often found
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