Words do carry grace. Like the words of this poem I was given as a gift today.

In the stormy moondrifts, 
of the world’s highest plateau –
there are children’s faces
as delicate as snowflakes.

This might be a frozen landscape,
children parentless, 
and paralyzed by cold.
yet someone is lighting a fire 

on Himalayan slopes,
someone is guiding the way
like a Kathmandu star.
The kids are on top of the world.

By my friend Selina Whiteley. Thank you so much, Sel!