We interrupt this broadcast
(These days and nights and weeks and seasons
spent fighting and faltering and failing and falling into the dust)
to remind you of grace.
Only grace. No revelations, epiphanies,
nothing you have not heard a thousand times before,
but what you have a thousand times forgotten
and lately ceased to perceive.
Today, as you walk a tree-lined path
and encounter an exquisite onslaught of fresh-fallen petals
(each fragile, unsteady, but magnificent in vaporous unity),
reflect upon how utterly unnecessary this aesthetic wonder is
and how deliberate nonetheless.
And as you drive into a setting sun,
(light tumbling off each strand, each distinct eyelash)
let the simplicity, the warmth, the unwritten beauty
alight upon more than your eyes
and forget not how to exult.