Wednesday, December 26, 2012

It Is An Honor

It is an honor to breathe with trees,
To engage in the touch of breeze.
An honor, to mingle our lives,
So that roots grow and spirit thrives.

I have little to do with this blessing,
Little to add, I'm confessing;
But to marvel at life with deep care
For the earth, for the cosmos, for air.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012