Taken for granted
Although such days that seem to go
Details under a crescent moon
That seem to somehow know
In the passing of time
Of a twinkling star
Although its beacon seems afar
An insignificance in the total array
Surely the light that enters the eye
Is sweetness unto the mind
Furthermore unto the soul
Water is not missed from the great well
Until the well has run dry
Yet the thirst is much greater
Than what can quench the thought
Earthly delights within the meaning
Of a heaven burdened with frought
~Moses~
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