Finding JOY at home, each and every day.
Joe and I were walking among the rose garden and found a beautiful pink opening bud...the last of any this season. He suggested picking it and we brought it inside and put it by the sink and loved watching (and smelling it) blossom! (Can we enjoy a rose for it's beauty and sweetness even though it has thorns?)
“Master of the Light”
I praise thee when each pastel stroke of sunrise
seems for me,
And every lustrous breeze
Ignites my soul
With glowing testament of thee.
But when my shoulders—
Burdened, bent to dust—
Refuse to lift, Forget to trust,
I glory, Master Artist of the Light,
That I can still find thee in the night.
-Jean Seifert
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