In the quiet stream that is early morning
steaming mist off a bank of spruce and pine
is a gift of light—a sign
of the passing beauty not only of nature,
but of time, as I contemplate
the hours of hope now
opening.
there is a window in time when the Spirit of God who is able to meet us where we live and take us to places we need to go and long to visit, if not make our sole abode, meets us; I find this window most open in the early morning and know this is a devotional practice of many people through the ages, who have made it a priority to set aside the first part of the day to seek the God of Truth, the Author and Finisher of our lives of faith, and who have been rewarded for their discipline; the streams we find in nature speak of this type of simple connection that leads to somewhere greater
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