Gifts of Joy
Sometimes the gifts come quietly.
An overheard phrase that sings like a poem,
a breeze that feels like a lover’s caress,
a patch of fallen leaves whose colors and patterns
belong on a gallery wall.
What art the universe brings to our senses.
What art to have created in us
the senses and sensibilities to perceive it.
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