Prose 2013

May we be blessed with endless sunrises, endless morning to be still enough

Still enough to see the ever change from the darkest of night to the liifting of 
the stars across the sky, pulled up into heaven, like children in the sky

May our days be many to turn ones inbreathe  around, and in the out breathe find 
the sound of the wind, the sound of silence....

May ones heart of days be  many to be lifted up in the stillness of the awaiting 
light....

-k