The Blissful Joy of a Reborn Spirit

There have been days darker and scarier than a stormy night... I walked among thick shadows, not noticing the beauty above: stars that could have guided me, not making me lose sight on a very lonely path, which the harsh wind clothed with clove. There's no greater joy than the blissful feeling of a reborn spirit making this wonderful day memorable by forgetting every fault; forgiveness is a rushing river cleansing and instilling holy thoughts: all should run to its bend and immerse themselves in those waters. I turn to the gleeful skies and breathe in the scent of a sleek pine, puffy and bright clouds brush my face and glide past a big kite... and seeing the awesomeness of creation beyond the human eye: I rejoice in my day by cherishing the sublime images that won't die.