Canticle of Life
I wait.
In early spring, when
days are just warm enough, and
nights not too cold,
windows open, not
too far,
welcoming kisses of past-midnight breezes.
It is then, I
wait in early spring, anticipating
an arrival. Once
and again to imbibe in sweet blessed notes.
You see,
in early spring, I
wait.
Before the rise of the sun, in
the darkest part of life,
when souls are resting,
I wait, for
the first confirmation, only
a single trill to usher in morning song, before
the sky layers apricot
on coral with splashes of cream
lifting its indigo shade.
lifting its indigo shade.
Then choruses uniting, unfolding
a canticle of life, in
the early morning spring, when
I wait.
December 27 – Ordinary Joy.
Our most profound joy is often experienced during ordinary moments. What was
one of your most joyful ordinary moments this year? (Author: Brené Brown)
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