A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books -- Walt Whitman
Many of mankind's best souls are leaving us now, climbing a trellis of morning glories to their promised reward. Soft blue blooms wake and open at dawn, casting their sapphire eyes upward to search the heavens. Were morning glories the only witnesses, greeting our Savior as He rose from the tomb on that first Easter Sunday? Were the tiny, fragrant troubadours empowered by His Resurrection to celebrate sunrise? Fast-growing green stems sport abundant blooms, hosts who pave a colorful path that is closer to heaven each day. Retiring early by afternoon, only to revive once more when rising sun gives to light to the world. *March 11, 2021
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