There was a traveler who at first saw nothing of the light that was shining in the wood
After a while the thought moved softly-“I am with you all the days and all the day long”.
But just as a flower never presses it’s sweetness upon anyone but freely gives to him who desires it, and to him as often as he will,
So that thought of peace did not force itself upon the traveler,
and yet it did offer to his lips a cup of healing.
And then, but how it came to be so has never yet been told,
the gloom of the darkness was gone,
the light in the wood shone forth,
and the glory thereof. – Amy Carmichael
The sun has reached it’s placement in the blue that makes the dew glisten on the blades of grass.
The way it shimmers and flickers in the light, made me think, just for a moment, that a serpent was slithering.
I am warmed in the glow, except for the cool wisps of a flittering breeze and the air, so thick with moisture, almost carries in it the taste of fresh cut pine and cypress.
I am hemmed in by birds surrounding me with an intoxicating chorus of individual song, so much so, that it softens the brakes of the logging truck gearing down to a stop.
This is the morning that was given to me and I have welled up with a clarion mind bubbling with serenity and gratefulness. The Creator, the Father, His son and Spirit, whirling around the created and delighting in my delight.