I am grateful for all those people
so kind…so generous…so sweet…
who have the ability to find the sunlight
in everyone they meet…
Not only to find their sunlight…
but by reading between a person lines…
find ways to inspire and encourage
that person’s sun to shine.
May we be blessed each morning
before a new day has begun…
to remind ourselves
to cherish every moment in the sun….
And if the sun is not shining on someone…
may we…to all concerned
offer up the brightness of our smile
until their sun returns.
We love to begin some days with a walk along the beach…
We leave the house in the dark when the streetlights are still on…
and walk until the darkness surrenders to the civil dawn.
We walk towards the east because that allows our eyes
to adjust from the darkness to the light as the sun begins to rise.
On one particular morning…
as the sun began it’s slow advancement across the land….
we noticed a single yellow primrose…up ahead
smiling in the sand.
As we approached that primrose
we observed on this part of the beach…she was the only one….
to us she seemed less like a flower…
and more like a drop…left there by the sun.
And we thought if rain can fall in drops out of the sky…
from a sea of clouds all painted blue…
is it possible in the morning…
there can be sun drops falling too?
Drops we usually don’t see individually…
as they blend together to brighten up the land…
but drops that occasionally find a place to rest…
like on the shoreline in the sand.
So now whenever we see a primrose on our beach walk
every primrose that we find…
we greet as a little drop of daylight…
the sun has left behind…
I am grateful for the variety and diversity of voices
that have guided me in my daily trip across this land…
that included the voices of nature
I’m still working hard to understand…
May we be blessed as we grow up
to retain within us some traits of our childhood…
back to a time when everything was innocent and good.
When everything around us was a new discovery
waiting to be found…
When we chased fireflies, butterflies
and leaves drifting on the winds of autumn…
before they hit the ground.
Yesterday Deborah and I held a miracle in our hands….
William…a baby born only a few days before….
It’s amazing how one so tiny and new
can make two old hearts soar.
The wonder of the moment was not lost on Deborah…or me
as Baby William was but 4 days old…while we are 73.
We sat with baby William’s and his dad
in their front yard…under a tree…
Deborah cradled him in her arms…
I rested his head upon on my knee.
As we felt the warm embrace of the heavens
while the sun shining overhead smiled
we wondered in his four days
what kind of memories William has compiled.
Secretly we wished…this baby in our hands
will be lucky enough to be
living in a caring accepting, and compassionate world…
where everyone is free…
This was our wish for 4 day old William…
It’s the world we’d love for him to see.
A miracle we continue to hope for…
even at the age of 73.
A miracle we hope not only for William but for all babies…
across all mountains, rivers and lands…
One miracle we wished for yesterday…
while cradling another miracle in our hands.
I am grateful to have people in my life…
who always make me smile…
They’re the ones who understand
the art to growing up
is to never close the doorway
to their inner child.
