We’ve survived the holidays to see the dawn of the new year. As cut flowers, though, our days are numbered. January 2, 3, 4, and maybe 5.
I stand here to remind you,
a lit tree in the night,
this week’s not about frenzy
over schedules too tight.
Find rest in the setting
that first Christmas night
in these words from a song:
“All is calm, all is bright.”
We Earth-bound water droplets can achieve great heights in only two ways–to be part of a fountain or a waterfall. We’re all grateful for this gig. Waterfall droplets end up on the rocks.
The dancing waters fountain at The Island, Pigeon Forge, Tennessee.
I’ve heard some of the other houseplants chant “Live Free or Die,” but I’d miss the air conditioning.
JACKPOT! We sunbeams live for a chance to be artistic. When we leave here I’m going to have to try to be humble.