Look carefully, long and hard,
At whatever it is you see
As you pass through the corridors of your day.
Stay: don’t pass, but drink it in —
The speckles on the flicker’s chest;
The delicate arch of the cricket’s wing;
The rose hip’s cheek, the crow’s black beak —
Look long enough, and you will see
The glowing luminosity of each created thing.
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