I will sing praise to the Holy
as long as I have my breath:
for the squeeze of a hand
and the beauty of bluebells,
for kids playing ball and laughing
and crying honestly when life hurts,
for jet-black crows in a freshly tilled field
and weeping willows’ tears of spring green,
for virtual hugs and emoticon winks and
a caring voice relayed via cell phone towers,
for stories and realities and the many ways
that we get through these days called life;
for all of this (and so much more) I give praise!
