I set out early with a list of errands to run and odd jobs to do. It was hard not to notice the sun as it came over the horizon glistening with its orangey-yellow hues that lit the pale blue sky…a sky without a single cloud. The only mark was a thin white “con-trail” (condensed moisture from a jet engine) that stretched across the blue from southwest to northeast cutting the heavens in half. The austere beauty reinforced the notion that there is someone out there…someone very intelligent…some designer of the universe that makes this all work. Then, I get the overwhelming feeling that I could reach out and touch the face of God.
Thanks for mornings, I like so much.
Thanks for the face, I love to touch.
Thanks for the sky of awesome blue.
Thanks for the knowledge…I know it’s YOU.
Amen
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