The miracle comes again:
a rose blooming in the east,
a shadow retreating across the hills,
a sparrow announcing the morning roll call.
My soul responds gratefully, “Here!” and
I set myself to the task of living with
the confidence of miracles.
Monday morning blessings: red kites soaring effortlessly overhead; the crunch of gravel underfoot; soft morning light through the leaded window; shared words, silence, bread and wine; hands outstretched to receive the gift of this day. For all that has been, thanks. For all that will be – yes!
Delightful in detail!