Just another day?
I think not.
No day dares to end like this unless
it has been remarkable.
Average days tidy things up a bit
then quietly close the door
behind them.
Ah, but this day is Pavarotti
singing Nessun Dorma or
the ceiling at the Sistine Chapel
or Rembrandt’s interpretation
of the Prodigal Son.
Breathtaking in power,
healing in its tenderness,
this day departs in majesty
and mystery.
Even the waves pause in
their endless journey to receive
the day’s benediction —
All is well.
Safely rest.
God is nigh.
Sleep in the arms of Peace.
Shining Spirit 
This is the day the Lord has made, how can it not be ever so special!
Amen!