The dappled wings of gossamer
Quiescent in the grass
Unmindful of the people who
Obliviously pass
Such beauty there for all to see
And yet we look right past
Take time to cherish fleeting joys
Such beauty will not last
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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