i do not stop for the
beauty of life
i do not see the
detail of her divinity
(it is not in
the big picture that beauty lies
but in the smallest, frailest
fragments of the whole)
but grace of graces
life stops for me
and waits patiently
that i might collect my
senses
pause
and allow her enchantment to
creep in
and linger a moment
an hour
a day
as long as i wish her
to stay
