Before the birds wake to sing in welcome of the morning,
before lights shine from cottage windows,
before the streets bulge with endless streams of traffic,
before soft yellow light outlines the rim of the Santa Catalinas,
I peer into the darkness and into the Beautiful Mystery about to
find expression in song and light and movement and grandeur.
Nothing can hold back the dawn that comes as gift and
opportunity. I receive the gift with gratitude and the
opportunity with a commitment to scatter seeds of
peace along this day’s path, to walk alongside any
who suffer, and to be attentive to the Voice that calls
my name. Having done these things, I ask for a peaceful
rest when night returns, to be found in harmony with
the heartbeat of the universe. May it be so. Amen.
Much for which to be thankful.