Beatitude Poem by Laurence Overmire
Beatitude
There is a poem in everything
If only we’d understand
No rules exempt
Life from bleeding through the
Wounds of art
Only the eye blinded by
Seeming, the mind
Dulled by too little fire
Prevent the transcendence of
Earth to Sky
And back again.
Yes, I agree. Life itself is a poem, but not everyone is aware of the music. Thought provoking write. Regards, Sandra
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4/25/2024 1:01:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We are indeed often blinded by the common and ordinary look of things, and we forget that there is always more about them than meets the eye. One may not fall in love with life at first sight, but it's worth trying again. A nice poem. Warmly, Julia