who knows what light you'll see,
what blessings dance
beneath your toes,
what offerings there might be
drifting in the tide of days,
waiting for an attentive eye,
a questing heart,
a longing soul
whose hunger ignites
potential yet unseen.
Take time to look,
and breathe,
and know
the glory that is hidden
in the flow.
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