Finding the Enormity
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No one teaches you how to live a life
That isn't extraordinary
You spend your youth believing you're
Meant for something enormous
Then wake one day to find the enormity
Was always here
The unpaid bill
The rusting bicycle that’s carried you
Faithfully nowhere new
The tenderness you feel for the person
Who looks up when you leave the room
It’s strange what we end up worshipping
A quiet kitchen
A cracked bowl that still holds soup
The unbearable fact that you are
Ordinary and alive
I used to think despair
Was the enemy of grace
But now I see they share a bloodstream
Both born from the same disbelief
That we get to keep anything at all
