How is it that something so magnificently gorgeous
has become mundane?
How is it that beauty
no longer stops the world
just to stand in awe of it?
How is it that splendor
became normal?
How is it that a fly
is something you swat at
and not wonder at?
How is it that the letter “T”
is in almost every sentence
and we do not hold it in reverence
whenever we cross those lines?
How is it that sharpening a pencil
does not astound us
in its incredible feat?
How is it that God created all the world
but we only revel in the glory of a select few?