A Bunny Named Posie

Posie sits very still, as if she knows this moment matters.
Her ears stand tall, listening not just to the world around her, but to the hush beneath it, the place where hope whispers instead of shouts. A crown of small blossoms rests upon her head. Not grand. Not perfect. Just gathered, one bloom at a time. Now and then, Posie lifts a paw and straightens her crown. Not because it has fallen, but because tenderness deserves care. Because even gentle things must sometimes be set right again. She reminds us that joy does not need to be loud to be real. That softness is not weakness. That crowns are not always made of gold sometimes they are made of patience, quiet faith, and the courage to keep going gently.
Posie does not rush forward. She stays present, rooted in trust,
believing that beauty will meet her where she is.

“You crown the year with Your goodness, and Your paths drip with abundance.”
— Psalm 65:11