Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all.
~ Emily Dickinson
...Open my eyes to the moments of resurrection that surround me every day. There is always something rising, opening to new life, budding and blossoming, forgiving and transforming. Teach me to live awake that I may recognize the renaissance being celebrated in my midst at every moment. Make me a disciple of joy. Amen.