Lineaments of Grace
The eye may see these subtle marks
But it takes a soul, a heart and mind
Entwined, to perceive- know, feel,
Limn these moments on the delicate
Enduring leaves of the books we
Unknowing, unwilling write, each
Waking breath of the cycling arc
We trace, bright and dark, against
The storm of the world. Mere sight
Loses these sparks, jumbled in dross;
Must fail to find wonder in the ordinary.
What jumps the gap, what mates meaning
To coincidence- call it vision.
1/22/10
Thanks for the poem suggestions/seeds so far... there's some good stuff there.
Get your own valentinr
Entwined, to perceive- know, feel,
'Grave these moments on the delicate
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But the apostrophe thing bothered me so I did something else...