‘No one suspects the days to be Gods.’

What have we lost, because this is true?

Who anymore starts the day on their knees in awe?

Not obligatory praise

but heart-expanding wonder that drops one to ones knees and nothing short of gratitudinal words, sometimes without sound, can manifest?

Is it possible again, to see

that this world is not our own, or it is-but only at the bequeath of one who holds it much more perfectly than any one knowing individual can possible begin to do for themself~

It is this realization, this awe, that makes living worthwhile and

wonder full.