Splendors of Gratitude

Gratitude....
lay in broken splendor
forgotten 
in the dust 
at his feet






Breath,
the coming and going,
of all that is divine,
that most powerful demonstration
of  Divinity within his frail form,
lay trampled,

by his,
sandals,
taken for granted in his hurry to reach his newest destination

Love,
which was the holiest,
bent her head in sorrow,
at her lack of her use......

Understanding, clarity
that very wisdom,
which created all,
lived within all,
lay like an unused
mantle,
discarded by his side

It was not for the lack
of recognition
that they wept....
But rather,
it was for him......
the one who did not know them
For the joy, for the contentment,
for the peace, that he would
feel
 
Unknowing, he slept
yet he held these impeccable treasures,
these jewels of pure perfection
these necessary items.
without which he could not live.
And they lay awake within  him....
dancing,
offering all
that could ever be dreamed,
waiting............