We breathe life’s breath.
We feel the sensation of warmth from the sun.
Beauty surrounds us, and we are in awe.
To be touched by the gentle hand of a woman,
is to be caressed by the feathered wings of angels.
It is a gift to be able to share the joys of your heart.
A divine gift to accept the present of mortality.
And it would be a shame to wait ‘till the holidays to open it.