Sunrise

I remember back then 
when walking along the swamp path
I remember seeing lavender, pink and orange
Hugging the horizon
A rich palette of color
Leaking through skeletal trees
Announcing the arrival of the sun
To light the day.
I remember walking not so long ago
Same path, same sky, same everything
Yet a gray shroud laid across the sky holding back
A flood of color trying in vain to influence the day
Amidst steel wool clouds rolling out an even darker gray
All making me wonder, why bother
If there is no sunrise
To light the day
Then I remembered something 
As I walked along the swamp path
I remembered some wisdom from a friend who said
Even though the kaleidoscope of morning beauty
Is hidden and all seems lost, grim, hopeless
Unseen on the other side of the gray
There’s always a sunrise
To light the day


Sunrise, today’s gift

This Morning’s Walk and the Music of the Spheres

For some reason today’s walk seemed to take longer. Even though I walked the same path and distance at the same early morning time, it seemed longer. Maybe different sounds, different sights?

Today, when I started down the path the dark sky whispered, “Look at me!” There they were, a sliver of a waning crescent moon (only hours away from becoming new) hanging below bright Venus in the eastern sky. Both of them shone brightly before the not-quite-here-yet sunrise. Then when I turned to the southwest there was Orion, big and bright. The stellar views stopped me and made me wish I had my good camera and not just my phone.

Maybe you saw all this, too. Maybe you caught some of this beautiful display from your driveway as you got ready to head out for the day.

Perhaps you had the window seat on that early southbound flight I spied overhead. Maybe from there you peeked out and caught an up-close glimpse of the shining crescent.

Maybe you wondered as you looked out the kitchen window, nursing the first cup of coffee, “What is that bright star in the east?”

Or maybe the clouds got in the way.

The amazing thing is, no matter if there are clouds or the objects fade ahead of the rising Sun, they still remain in their appointed places doing what they are created to do, singing the Creator’s praise.

Sometimes I sing along, joining “the music of the spheres.”

And sometimes, on cloudy days, I try to remember mornings like this. I try to remember that “this is my Father’s world.”

Today’s gift.

Some Think…

Some think,
“Um, pine trees?”
Yep, they are pine trees.
Some think,
“Wow, tall.”
For sure, they are tall
Some think,
“Magnificent.”
Magnificent. No doubt.
And some think,
“Cathedral.”
A place for worship.
Indeed, a cathedral to worship 
the Creator of magnificent, tall pine trees

Psalm 100

A psalm. For giving grateful praise.

Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth.  
Worship the Lord with gladness;
    come before him with joyful songs.
Know that the Lord is God.
    It is he who made us, and we are his;
    we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving
    and his courts with praise;
    give thanks to him and praise his name.
For the Lord is good and his love endures forever;
    his faithfulness continues through all generations.

Today’s Gift