Whisper of Spring

The season of life, growing ever older, whispers more softly than usual. Soon, a tiny breath will arrive, bringing new light. And so, my prayers and hopes flow silently; I entrust them to the passing of time, that their tiny steps may one day tread the path of loving wisdom. May the universe embrace them with tenderness; may every step they take become a light for themselves and for the world that welcomes them. As for us, the older ones, in the presence of this new life, may we learn once again the meaning of gratitude.