The giants of this earth
are no taller than anyone else
The saints of this world
have no halos
The people who hold you up
are not made of stone
The sacred hands you hold
are made of flesh and bone
Where did all the magic go?
Where do all the heroes hide?
The people of this generation are
always demanding a sign
They should be crying for new eyes
Why don't you see when you look at your
neighbor?
in the mirror?
What has been there for all time?
You are in darkness all over again
When illumination is so bright it has
made you blind.
Anna J Michener
January 24th, 2011
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