Simplicity, simplicity

by Michael Scott Jensen

Simplicity, simplicity.

How glorious and sweet art thou, simplicity.

Thou showest me mine faults,

my eagerness for complex, esoteric

redundancy.

Though I may call myself wise,

Thy wisdom opens mine eyes,

and grants me sight, with thy simple majesty.

Oh, the unending, unfolding joys

of simplicity.