Arrival

Arrival

Rising the crest of the growing

hill, the morning sky opens her

glory. Magnificent in fiery

pinks

and orange; the glowing

beacon, herald of the infant

day. Promise after promise

arriving, expanding, shining.

Generosity resplendent;

singular in its beauty. I greet

your gift with silent awe and

grateful knowing.

Temporarily unfussed by

mortgages or laundry,

healthcare or traffic, I know in

this instant that I will not

be here again, nor will you;

as each of us

ascends into our brightening new

lives.

-Dane Anthony