Kermit Love taught me to observe the beauty everywhere around me
(he also taught me the meaning of the word "merkin", but that's another story).
"Isn't that Kleenex wrapped around that plant in an interesting way?",
he noted, pointing to a bit of discarded tissue on the ground.
Indeed, it had ended up embracing a forlorn stem, just so.This hand-cut paper sunburst, surrounded by a delicate corona of dried glue,
and partially eclipsed beneath waves of corigated metal
on the roof of a novice monk's ordination shelter
is the essence of that beauty which we overlook on a daily basis.
