A saving grace.

The more I think about it, the more reason to be grateful. For being, period. For boundless opportunities to savor life. Even as I wander through the labyrinth.  Amazing. When one looks around. Even in a labyrinth, one sees magnificence. Bushes. Trees. Natural beauty. As I walk the path. Looking for an outlet. No reason to be scared. If one takes the time. To observe. Yes, there are kindly, gentlemanly bureaucrats. All it takes is one. To make my day. Sometimes I forget to be. The keen observer. Even in hell. There has to be beauty. A saving grace. --Jim Broede