Suddenly an influx of light, though it was late, filled my room. I looked out and saw that the pond was already calm and full of hope as on a summer evening, though the ice was dissolved but yesterday. There seemed to be some intelligence in the pond which responded to the unseen serenity in a distant horizon.
All we have
All we are
From All That Is,
A gift.
One without wonder
Will not see It
While the eyes of the grateful
Will reflect It.