(Submitted by the author)
I've finally stopped to rest and gaze at this new planet where my spaceship of time continuum has touched down, for now. There are new vistas, palm trees and pink blossoms ... fresh sounds: a lone bird chirps and a single rooster crows.
Morning has broken. My soul is still intact.
I'll give thanks to God for his everlasting mercy, temporary shelter, lessons learned, stories yet untold, and take in these sights and sounds anew.
I'll share the spirit of Ecclesiastes: for every season, there is a time under the sun: to breathe, just breathe.