Some sights ache for the beauty they hold
for the unearthly swell of spirit – of heart
In moments such as these
when your pulse quickens
and your breathing stills
you recognize the magic that exists
e v e r y w h e r e
if only we take the time to feel it
This is the wonder that traces the line between heaven and earth
between divinity and reality
Tiptoe across the threshold of majesty
Taste test the possibility that you were meant for other
Trust that the beauty beheld did not find you on accident,
but on mission
What will you do with this sight?
With this light?
How will you make your next breath count longer?
Swell and expand with ripening hope …
that the world you knew is only starting to awaken,
that the life you once recognized is beginning anew