Reyes

The heart of my discontent:
Day to day life
Goes by unnoticed.

It needs a filter,
A change in perspective.
Some mask to trick me into seeing
The beauty.

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A Fortunate Poverty

This is not the grace I was looking for,
This nibbly bit of blessing,
Dragging me through one more day,
But just barely.

I’d prefer a measure of Dying Grace,
The kind packaged with enough Courage and Faith
To carry me through many moons
And unto some glorious ending.
Instead here I am
With my plain, everyday ration
Whose meager portion obliges me always
To return for more each morning.