Another day has begun,
brighter than the one before.
Cool breeze whispers on my window,
dew glitters on the grass.
Everything seems easier now.
Giddy as a child, I
head for the woods.
In a day like this,
Jesus is in the trees…
Let us find peace amongst those branches,
moss-covered trunks and the little flowers.
No light is as fragile as
on the leaves and the
petals of those flowers.
Quiet and calm, but still bursting with life.
Take this day as it comes, it will.
Under every sky is a
vulnerable flower and a
witty companion to take you to it.
X many mornings from now,
you will find yourself exploring the
zoological existence of light, in its natural habitat.