it was dawn, and
it was silent,
and the soft morning light
ushered in promises that only new days can bring;
hung suspended in air
like a heavy cloud on a hazy summer’s afternoon.
for only an instant,
it seemed as if everything stopped around me.
and i realized:
every minute is a chance. every minute is a choice. every minute is significant. every minute is grace.
these moments are gifts we’ve been given, friends;
it’s my prayer that we’ll make each one of them count.