Chance Lee  fineartamerica.com

Chance Lee  fineartamerica.com


is what it seems

No one is who they

appear to be at the time

To a casual eye bread is bread

flour oil salt water & yeast baked

Broken in a host’s gentle hand

it may even be graceful  

in the hungry mouth

A miracle gone



To see

the mountain

hidden in a pebble

the forest in the sliver

the ocean in the falling raindrop

through sacred eyes is an epiphany

for I can never then be content

to call a thing ordinary

treat any man as dirt

stranger as enemy

grace as virtue



About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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6 Responses to Epiphany

  1. there is nobility in this


  2. den169 says:

    So wonderfully profound.


  3. I can tell, base on this, that you have a good heart. There is wisdom and compassion in your words.


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