There’s a celebration every night. Somewhere. Go there. If you cannot go, send your heart, or your soul, or the white dove of longing. When I am lost in the dark forest I know, if I wander long enough, that I will come upon a lighted window. Contemplate the turning world, how it shows its face to the sun, and then turns away, only to lift its eyes again to the renewing light.
Happy Sunday! – 5 May 2013 –
~John Patrick Shanley