Look.

Revelation underfoot

And overhead,

Within

And without,

Cycle

And system,

Adaptation and

Resolute resistance,

Wind-whipped ocean

And aspen dance.

Listen.

Lightning

And thunder,

Sizzling fire

Of new earth,

Blue whale

And bird song,

Thundering hoofbeats

and hail from the sky,

Water spilling

past rocks and high places.

Breathe

Night blooming jasmine

and lavender lilac,

Cinnamon stick

And orange blossom,

Rain soaked air

And nighttime heat.

Puppies

and children at play,

Crisp air

Of mountain pass,

Salt spray

and desert dryness,

Oak fire

and incense cedar.

These illuminate,

Speak,

And carry the scent

Of something far bigger,

Much grander,

Ever richer.

Indeed,

We see the broken,

Hear the hard,

Inhale the bitter,

But to say that these define our world,

And shape the edges of existence...

No.

No, we must not let our senses dull

And fail to notice,

Interpret,

Give thanks for

the sight, sounds, and taste of all that is good.