Moments of mundane
Settle like the fog
Obscuring life’s great beauty
And yet we know
Beneath the gray blanket
Remains the landscape
That catches our breath
That stirs our soul
Makes us mourn the sunset
It is vain labor 
To lift the fog ourselves
It’s not the heaviness
It’s the handholds
All there is is waiting
For the time will come
When the air will clear
And the beauty we know
Will appear before us once again
As the sunlight breaks through
The moments of mundane

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