giving thanks.

The smell of sweet honeysuckle drifts through the air.

I study the plant that will eventually creep up the wire to shade our porch and smile.

I look at the flowers that line our porch, the food growing in our yard.

My heart could almost burst from gratefulness.

A house once broken, now redeemed.

How long before it would have been condemned?

But now it sits on it’s corner, shining bright for all to see.

To remember what it used to be and see what it is.

And to know, hopefully, Light is there.