When a girl came forth

Springtime and Easter

have needed me.

What of the flowers and skies

and words that expected me to notice them?

The stars have called out my name!

From the past,

memories come waltzing, waltzing.

The strains of the Aria * One fine day *

from Madame Butterfly

coming through an open window

just as I walked by.

Did I ever speak,

or tell you of the night my heart moved,

just listening to it?

Or how that the beauty

and humility of my friend Kess

moves my heart every single day of life?

Singing God, how did you fashion her?

Thank you, thank you, that this is all your design.

It was meant to be.

Even when Spring time and Easter need me.



Reading
The Message

Drinking
A glass of wine ( even though it's really late)

Eating
Nothing ( as it's really late)

Loving
Kess, and the way she humbles me, daily

Mood
Happy, sleepy, loved


Photo via
my friend Helen,
a missionary in Japan