observe (v).

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Look at the dreamers, all brave and tender.
Look how they rise, early and often and
day after day after,
look at them sweeping their front stoop,
getting ready for their day of glory.

Look often to them in your own frailty and doubt,
look how they stay soft and open, look at
the gentle way they greet their pain and questions,
look at how they carry on, and they’ll tell you
readily and with proof
about the goodness that is left
and the gifts that have been sown
in the open fields just beyond
the border of our disappointment.