There is a certain kind of rightness
when the rain pours and flowers bloom.
There is gentleness when moonlight quietly slips
through a slightly opened window.
Everything perfectly connects
in the highest order of things.
They are deep expressions of goodness
given to us many, many years ago
as a matter of affection planned even before
everything came into being.
It reminds us of our origin, our lost innocence
and re-introduces us to wonder,
to wonder like a child once again.
This is how we properly address the fullness
of our humanity.