show, don't tell

there are those who walk

on carpets red and pathways

adorned with freshly picked flowers.

they that march ahead leaving

behind crumbs for those following

to show them a way, to lead them ahead.

and then there's one, just one,

that pierces through heaven.

she lays pathways as she gazes/glances -

on places rarely framed by mortals' vision.

illuminating blades, breathing life

into fallen dead blossoms,

foliage turned golden

before turning into shades of ashen.

and motes of dust, mostly ignored,

into celestial beings suspended

from a beam.

perhaps, there's a lesson.

or, it's just some happenstance.

look closely, and maybe, you'll know

that this is an example of

grace on display.

-amit charles

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