The invitation —
offered new every morning,
offered in childlike innocence and hope
to everyone with ears that hear,
to everyone who knows that
numbers and efficiency and bottom-line really aren’t the
carried from coast to coast by the winds, the very breath, of Spirit —
Come and play.
Run the width, the breadth of heaven’s playground
the creativity of unpixelated color schemes,
the fascination of animals who seem strangely human,
the breath-stealing beauty of mountains and oceans and stars beyond counting,
the richness of people becoming new friends.
Come and play —
you have been invited.