The morning sun just clears the ridge behind me, setting off brilliant colors far into the horizon
A nearby spring flowed freely and bountifully from the ground. This is holy water – the communion wine,
not by virtue of a priest’s blessing but because it is offered of the Earth itself – at the entrance to this sanctuary
The mountain, watching me for days is the worship leader, directing the ridges of trees before me
The birds sing an invocation in a harmony and rhythm that cannot be captured by a human hand
The Stillness shouted “hallelujah!”
I raised my hands in reverent silence
… and wept
In all this, the Creator whispered
“Welcome to my morning. I made it for you.”
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