This day

This day shines like mirrors.

It's filled with promise,

even though someone coloured the sky with a gray crayon.

I can hear the church bell ringing

from across the field of hope.

Today we will brush our skin with joy.

Go to the park and watch the world go by.

The noisy rattle of pushchairs

and little ones swinging high up into the sky.

Stand under the trees,

waterfalls of dropping blossom.

Photograph it all.

Store it in the memory treasure box.

Wait until God tears the clouds and lets the sun spill out.

And all the while,

taste this life.

This life, this day

dancing in our hearts.

Collect these moments.

Give them back to you.