THERE ARE DAYS WHICH OPEN into unglimpsed circles that inspire and uplift.
And there are days which close the heart like a fist.
There are days when the angels sing within range of human ear
And days when all you hear is chopping.
There are days like green hills, a-prance with lambs,
And days like rotting undergrowth, a-stench with mold.
All these days are given unto you,
like gloves God wears when He’s fixing something special
like small wandering children seeking a hand in the dark
like the door that opens into silence and light.
Those Who Know, Chuckle.
If I weren’t proud to be your friend, I’d settle for being proud to be your fan. Lucky me, I’m both!
That’s lovely.
I … um … wow. Wow. Thank you!
I can’t say it better than Alana did.
Thank you!