In the first moments of the gray morning, I see tiny pink blossoms just beginning to burst into bloom. The world is on edge.
The trees in my backyard stand silhouetted against the dim light sky. I look up, seeing darkness and hints of beauty. The sky rings out with morning songs of birds near and far. The world is on edge.
Some family stands around the bedside of a long-loved father slipping away from this life. Another family learns of a transplant for the suffering son. The world is on edge.
Fear and joy all collide in the turning of this day, in the turning of each day.
Though ever-present fears loom large in the air and the heart, the wonder of breath continues.
I lift my voice with the birds who have chosen to welcome the day with songs of exaltation. I stand at the edge of a world with untold glories.
