Behind Tomorrow's Door

Destiny Even from morning does she rise, just before the sun. So luminous is she, that the atmosphere roundabout her is brightened. Unlike many, her day is begun with the fullest of smiles. So full is her smile that motivates both soul and body. As the scribe, happy am I to write of such a fair lass, only wishing to be in the least of her dreams. Sitting upon a bed of cloud, stretching forth her hand as to say, “Nature, I command you: Bring forth.” When she rises, even so, life rises, generating a day filled with activity. Throughout each day, her delicate touch brings about a newness of every creature in every way. It seems as though the portion of affection she shares, has the most unforeseen effect on all life. There is, however, one reality that can cause a total eclipse of events and mental oppression. It’s the misusage of life and love in every day, changing the pattern in some strange way. You asked her name, and the ethers say, “Her name is Destiny!” I encourage each one of us, a world of divine believers, to not oppress this eve of elegance; instead, allow providence to bless and preserve her, for her perspective is elegance. “The beauty of life is in every single moment.”