There’s more to this life than meets the eye
It’s hidden in plain view, in the ordinary,
in the mundane.
It’s as mysterious as the wind that you can
only hear
But don’t know where it comes from or where
it goes.
It’s miraculous to those who have eyes to
see
Like the servants at a wedding, the
fishermen on the shore,
The blind man on the road, the whore on the
street.
The more
is there for no one special
Who live in places filled with special no
ones
Like Mary, Joseph, Elizabeth Zachariah,
Simeon, Anna, you and me.
The more
is there for those who have eyes to see
Beyond what is there.
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