Thank God it’s Friday!
That single, unified cry of the ones who struggled through the week.
They exhale relief, remove the weights.
Reanimated survivors emerge from their five day war.
But, the birds spoke harmoniously this morning just as they did yesterday.
We filled our lungs again with God’s breath as we did days before.
The moon shone it’s magnificent glow in steady serenity last night, like it will do later this evening.
Our hearts play it’s miraculous beat today as it did before, a steady symphony.
The race is over, we broke the tape and hit the ground.
A blink of an eye and Monday engulfs us again.
The times we have are gifts to cherish, no matter when they fall on a calendar.
Thank God it’s any day being alive.