First thought: Today the daylong is two minutes and three seconds longer than yesterday.
Second thought: I was born in lightning. It has haunted me ever since.
Third thought: The first of the lilacs are announcing. My mother’s spirit is among them, looking skyward.
Fourth thought: When I woke and said aloud: I made it, another year to the mala strand, I heard my father laughing as he replied: Well. Will wonders never cease.
Fifth thought: The circling ravens, the paired turtledoves and the long shadows stretching, made by light that pierces.
Sixth thought: So much has fallen away. Some of it grieves me, even in the understanding that all that has fallen from me is designed to free me.
Seventh thought: When I come to you, I will have questions, after I thank you for the mystery of grace and for this living and for my wild, unknowable heart that strives to rise again and again in answer to your calling.
© 2017 Dora E. McQuaid