yawn

When the song of the angels is stilled, when the star in the sky is gone, when the kings and princes are home, when the shepherds are back with their flock, the work of Christmas begins: to find the lost, to heal the broken, to feed the hungry, to release the prisoner, to rebuild the nations, to bring peace ... to make music in the heart.

~ Howard Thurman ~
American author, civil rights leader, and theologian
(1899-1981)

Holidays are over. Decorations put away. Life is back to normal.

Sunday morning. Coffee and yawns. Another cup and all will be well...I hope.

Have a wonderful Sunday sabbath today. (Or whatever day you sabbath may it be wonderful.)