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.

by Laurence Overmire

Comments (2)

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
Yes, I agree. Life itself is a poem, but not everyone is aware of the music. Thought provoking write. Regards, Sandra