Glory lurks 'round every tree,
neath every blade of grass,
in the shining roadside eyes,
midst the flitting lights of fire,
within the boisterous water,
and even in the deep dark stormy sky.
No dearth of glory here and there,
it is within and all around,
visible to a fraction of the few,
invisible to those who hurry by
looking for know not what
which is finally all that's found.
Splendid, serendipitous glory,
eternal since time's beginning,
shining and breaking through
the darkness that hides and hinders
souls from seeing and knowing
who and whose they are.
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