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Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Talk to me, Abba.


Poet Mary Oliver called the morning sun "the best preacher that ever was." I would say because the glorious day cuts through the dark night. I would have to say that the evening sun is quite the preacher as well. The last shout of vivid, glorious day beckons our weary souls to remember through the night. I honestly think of this line nearly very day. The heavens preach the gospel to me. May it remind you as well.

“Why I Wake Early 

Hello, sun in my face.

Hello, you who made the morning

and spread it over the fields

and into the faces of the tulips

and the nodding morning glories,

and into the windows of, even, the

miserable and the crotchety – 



best preacher that ever was,

dear star, that just happens

to be where you are in the universe

to keep us from ever-darkness,

to ease us with warm touching,

to hold us in the great hands of light –

good morning, good morning, good morning.



Watch, now, how I start the day

in happiness, in kindness.”



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