We do not live by bread alone.

Yet what is it that sustains us in this place beyond yet within the

confines of our bodies?

What feeds our spirits, stirs our hearts, makes our blood pound for reasons far more than physical?

Is it meaning, the quest

for meaning, that sets our feet

upon the floor to search within

another day?

Is it delight, the joy of resting

at the furthest edge of wakefulness

in the warm caress of the memories woven of a lovely day?

Is it love rinsing clean every painful hurt, every worry with its

“Honey, I’m home!” relief?

Is it you?

Is it me?

Is it us?