A Beauty-Day Early Spring,2017 - Poem by Daniel Brick
It's not as if I owned this day,
its beauty across the Twin Cities
burnishing people and places
with the gold of time glowing
between here and eternity. We all
borrowed a portion of our joy today
which puts all of us in debt
to the deep source that lies
beneath beauty and lends its truth.
But this debt is no extravagance:
it is more bond, than obligation,
a way to link all material things
into a wholeness, a spiritual heritage
in our endeavor to become higher beings.
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