A dot in the grandeur
Invisible to those with view
They see right through it
Until there is a difference
Perhaps when it shines
Like a moon with a fleck
Imperfectly perfect
A voice in the chaos
Inaudible to the loud
They ingnore the whisper
Until the roar reverberates
Perhaps when that’s heard
Like a suprano in the opera
Imperfectly perfect
A truth amongst all lies
Irrelevant to the crooked
They overlook the grit
Until it slashes existence
Perhaps that’s audacity
Like the force of will
Imperfectly perfect
A dare within mediocrity
Obscure to the smug
They are those that falter
Until the rise is a miracle
Perhaps that’s real living
Like evidence of every birth
Imperfectly perfect
QUOTIDIAN BLESSING 