Blessed are the religious icons in need of a new lick of paint.
Blessed are the tiny leaves obscuring the ugly chain link fence.
Blessed are those who pass by and trim the hedge with their mind's eye.
Blessed is the wind wrecked umbrella abandoned in the gutter.
Blessed is the maple tree scheduled to be felled to enlarge the sidewalk and create a cycle lane
Blessed is the pedestrian with time to tarry and observe the world around him.