When I heard the music he wrote, that’s how I felt.
When I heard her first cries as she emerged into the world, that’s what I experienced.
When, against all odds, they managed to lift the trophy, that’s certainly what overcame me.
And these were small expressions of what is available in each stage of a journey from the old to the new. A journey as led by one who continues to astound day after day, if I but have the awakened senses to acknowledge it.
For His Name’s Sake
C. L. J. Dryden
Shalom
