Amazing Grace

Why does great beauty make me weep?

The fully fanned-out plumage of a peacock

The rose bud with its petalled ring of fire

The blazing hues of a glorious sunset

A symphonic swell of Tchaikovsky or Bach

I am humbled by their magnificence

Some part of me feels small in comparison

Knows I can never measure up

I forget my own glory

There’s a blind spot in my heart

Or perhaps the tears are another part crying out

To remind me where I come from

Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: glorious