When it’s right in front of me
     I don’t always notice.

When it’s one among many
     I don’t always perceive its beauty.

When it catches my heart
     I don’t always trust what I sense is true.

When it’s offered without apparent cost
     I don’t always see its worth.

*Stuff We All Get

Photo and poem by Heidi Nelson.

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