The lacy curve of blessing

Abundant life,
You promised us;
Abundant life you give
And yet we all too easily
Ignore the gifts
That wash up
on the beaches of our days.
We do not see
the lacy curve of blessing
And crane our eyes instead
for what we do not have.
We ignore the scent of promise
And prefer to wrinkle noses
At the stench of what we’ve lost;
What cannot be.
We can no longer taste the color of the sky
But thirst instead for the intoxicating brew
Of new and different;
Of what our neighbors have.


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