Each day,
Each and everyday we are graced.
To breath,
To cry,
To laugh if only for once more.
The earth vibrates,
Foot stomping and clapping echoing joy and pain.
The fresh rain,
Oh isn’t it fresh,
Paints our faces washing away the dirt of yesterday.
Today.
Today we are graced.
Can’t you see that you will never see…this day again?
Yes,
Breath it in and all it has to offer.
Don’t run.
Today we are graced one more time.
The Interrupted 