To breathe the fresh morning air,
To observe the variety of tracks in the snow,
To greet the crow flying overhead,
To hear the joyful chirping of birds,
To admire the silhouette of an old tree
in front of the rising sun,
To feel the bright, warm sun on my cold skin:
This is to be alive
and to remember
I am not alone.
- Wendy Janzen
Reflections, poetry, prayers, and resources written by Wendy Janzen unless otherwise noted.