Honey freefalls down the curves
Of the crumpled plastic bear
Yellow top hat inverted
A silent, respectable old man flipping his top
There is beauty everywhere
In the viscous sugar dripping into my tea
The voice coming out my computer speakers
In the waking sunlight filtering through the kitchen curtains
Enjoy beauty, seek it out, create it
This is what I’m reminded of
The quiet early Spring morning blanketing me
The remnants of a cold scratching my nose and throat
Spiritual wholeness comes from many sources
The kind you make, and the kind you accept
Beauty is God’s gift
In too many forms to count
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