Looking up

I look up because the night sky is a plate of diamonds, spilled and sparkling. 

I look up because there is my husband, my neighbor, my friend, ready to tell me their thoughts.

I look up because I don’t want to be so busy staring down at a rectangle that I miss the natural shapes of life.

I look up because that is where my true Help comes from.

I look up because the morning sun is streaming in, creating arcs of golden light around my children. 

I look up because I don’t want to trade a pixelated image for the real, living, breathing thing. 

I look up because consuming only a social media feed leaves me feeling empty and unsatisfied. 

I look up because pink flowers are dripping off the trees, hanging over me like a welcome banner.

I look up because the world is such a beautiful place, and I am only in it for a short time. 

I look up. 

I look up.

I look up.