the deepest miracle

ב׳׳ה

 
Dusty pinks and purples give way to white as we spin ever so slowly to face the light once again. I stand in awe watching the subtle changes of this slow transition and appreciating the deepest miracle of this moment in time — that I, a mere mortal made of dust and ashes, not only exist, but have the capacity to feel and appreciate my role in the eternally unfolding cosmic dance that clothes my infinite Gd…
And the moon, from afar, simply watches…