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"To drink slowly the colors of the grace

To notice the fragrance of amber mornings

Or the pearl silence of a winter moon

Resting on the smoothness of branch.

To see the magnificence to the East and to the West,

To touch softly the poetry of a rose petal;

To fill our hands with the sweetness of a rich mahogany earth,

To feel the warmth of a copper sun,

To dance with the thunder

Inside the cobalt eye of the storm,

Or to taste the white of a snowflake

Is to know what’s man’s journey is made of.

For within these things he himself lives

And to honor the way of love and light,

Is to look gently upon ourselves,

And all that surrounds us,

With a profound sense of belonging,

And a heart filled with the eternal song of gratitude."

Heather K. O’Hara