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How easy it is
To take the most mystical
For granted—
(To stare into the stars and forget
The vast implications,
The frightening and awesome grandeur
Of the universe and our place in it;
To go, instead, about out lives
Not even noticing the sky, or that
We cannot see it anyway
Because of the unnatural lights
That illumine our nights;
How easy to ignore these lights
And all the science and skill and thought
That allowed them to exist and
Blind us from the stars.)

We take as commonplace, as ordinary,
The wondrous things that shape our lives.
How easy to lose the sense of mystery at the Feast
When it is celebrated often;
To lose the sense of wonder at love
When it grows year upon year.
Instead, the awe is replaced by
The simple beauty of acceptance:
The gentle comfort of knowing
That day by day
We are face to face with the incomprehensible;
That day by day
Our lives are ever tinged with the eternal;
That thus
We are ever made worthy of the Mystery.

Fantasia on Psalm 8 Substance Three-Fold Harmony