The Finding
A lone star is hard to find,
It's always a gathering.
Before you know it all you see,
is the many not the few.
From far off they all look the same.
Can't seem to find a difference.
Despite all of this you ever find,
what should appear as obvious.
It's whats right in front of you,
been there all along.
Too busy looking for a difference,
in what you cannot see right in front of you.
Yet all along it's been calling you out,
trying to get your attention.
But it fails again upon your deaf ears.
You tun around to find another path,
to find what you are looking for.
The bells are ringing,
Will they fall upon your
deaf ears once more?
~JC
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