POEM: Awe is Not Lost

Are you tapped? There is an inexhaustible reservoir of awe.

Awe is Not Lost

Awe is not lost
Awe is the soul compass
Of true-hearted folks
The antidote
To narrow mined view points
Teeming with succors of all kinds
And throwing balms wildly
In awe directions

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