Many things continue to amaze me. How the tiniest thing can lift your heart; one bird’s song just before the day fades, or the sun like a tired mother leading her rain child away.
And how a time of morning prayer, seemingly stolen by inner chaos and distraction, later in the day can open a moment as though you had bowed before it.
Look at this geode. On the outside as ordinary as a grey day and on the inside wonder. Look at its edges as soft and pearly as the miraculous turn of babys’ ears, or perhaps sea foam. And its inner gathering of light and dark.
Perhaps this your prayer, perhaps mine, on some fretful day; the day turned over, not by our own arranging, but by an unexpected grace.
Many things continue to amaze me.
