Yesterday I looked at a pathway
lazily wandering beside a small
stream at the base of the
mountain. It disappeared
into a grove of mesquites
and left me standing
there.
Yesterday I looked at a pathway
with my eyes. Today I see
that pathway with my
heart.
So many things I look at each day.
So few things I really see.
I look quickly. I see slowly.
One is for identifying. The
other is for inspiring. Too
often I forget the other.