In the mornings I read the Psalms, among other things, and there is not an inch of me that this ancient book has not named. This is where I turn for words of wonder…where I find the words when I have none. I sit in the bay window and watch the sun appear—that drop of honey that spills slow across the sky and I let the wonder creep with the dawn.
The Mighty One, God, the Lord, speaks and summons the earth from the rising of the sun to the place where it sets. –Psalm 50:1
One day—long ago—the Psalmist turned face east just as I do this morning. And he was swept away by beauty. I never grow tired of watching the sun rise. It never fails to inspire awe. It was G.K. Chesterton who said this best.
“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, "Do it again"; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.”
And so I stand in shadow at the window this morning and whisper, Do it again. Do it again.
This is my day 2 of joining the 31 day-ers. They’ve ignited a fire and the flame of their passion is contagious. I know myself too well to say I’ll post every day…but I promise to try. If it sounds inviting to you and you don’t mind coming late to the party (like me), you can read more about the wave at The Nester’s place. She’s the hostess with the mostest.