"…like the morning light at dawn, like a morning without clouds. He is like sunshine after a rain that makes the grass sprout from the ground." 2 Samuel 23:4 NCV
I have learned not to be afraid of wordless days, days when it seems I have nothing in me with voice enough to rise, when the soul is shy, when I wake up, when I clear my throat and nothing happens. Then I look through the windows of morning and see the sky, silent with but a slight punctuation of clouds, the air pungent with sweetness and April, dressed with a blue you cannot name. I stare out upon it and there is no tongue, no noise in me to spoil the view. I think what a fool I am for this. I think what a lovely thing God does to the soul at daybreak. What a lovely thing, the soul reflecting itself in the mirror of this mid-April morning, mother and child in a fixed gaze, in wonder of each other, silent, suspended, face to face.
In Christ, my fixed and upward gaze, Amen
