I would’ve liked better teacups

But here you are


Forsaken or gifted

Standing before me every morning


And so…

Despite a petulant will

Everyday I grow to love you

And everyday

I get acquainted

With your unexpected beauty


Love and Beauty

You’ve taught me

Are not mere affections


They are the gifts of our attention

Joys that we receive

Not in our hours of need or merit

But in the generosity of our receptiveness


They’re never destinations

But journeys of long, slow acquaintance

Of discovering

And getting to know.

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