The sun is painting strips of gold across the blades of grass. The fresh scent of life is all around me. Across the park, a toddler takes halting steps, her dad crouching behind with a video camera. My hair, carefully brushed hours before, slips gently past my face and flings itself joyfully, carelessly into the breeze in celebration of spring. The world is alive with the promise of hope of laughter, of song, of daisies that grow up from the dark earth, and expectantly grope for the sunlight above. They steadfastly know YOU are here. And Your music the song that's been sung forever, and forever will be beyond human words, that each yearning heart longs to sing defiantly to all that cripples and wrongs to live embracingly, embraced, for all eternity |