God, I thank you for today.
For joy that falls like manna,
And like manna cannot be saved
Cannot be hoarded for tomorrow.
The joy that comes easily
For no reason, inspiration
Caught like quickening fire from the air
And may fade to nothing,
But will never have not been.
Today I stretched out my hands
And ran my fingers through life
Held magic in my arms and leaned my head
On the breast of Peace.
I fill my mind with sky
And my soul with pure waters
My feet feel the earth's firm warm touch
And I raise my head and arms to you
And feel your blessing
Starlight on my face.
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