We must learn to
reawaken and keep
ourselves awake, not
by mechanical aids,
but by an infinite
expectation of the
dawn.
~ Henry David Thoreau
You take the pen -- and the lines dance.
You take the flute -- and the notes shimmer.
You take the brush -- and the colors sing.
So all things have meaning and beauty in that space beyond time where You are.
How then, can I hold anything from You?