Thank you, Lord, for springs and summers, falls and winters, for sunsets, for the beauty of those falling autumn leaves, for our children, for the wisdom of their bodies, knowing how to grow up, for the fortresses of blood veins, bones and breathing, in which your soul dwells - a monstrous, beautiful DNA code, spreading like an incurable virus of existence through the desert of nothingness, of non-being.
Thank you for the infection of life, for the growing pains, for this sickness of beauty and wonder and pain, through which we walk, ceaselessly, in bewilderment and revolt.
