Saturday, August 06, 2016
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Truly the eye of the Lord is on those who fear him, on those who hope in his steadfast love, to deliver their soul from death, and to keep them alive in famine. Our soul waits for the Lord; he is our help and shield. Our heart is glad in him, because we trust in his holy name. Let your steadfast love, O Lord, be upon us, even as we hope in you.
Burnt orange and purple are the clouds alight with the sun now gone, sunk below the horizon, beyond my sight. Only the clouds, scattered cumulus thick and high, catch the final rays flowing unhindered above Earth’s gentle curve, holding them aloft for all who have eyes to see.
Fading rays, reflected, gentle the heart with gratitude for the day that’s been, awakening hope that the love of the these final moments will carry the heart in peace, safely into a truly new day where the Love that is, now, filling the heart, will be as familiar and fresh when the new day awakens.
All one needs is to wait. The time comes. Gladness makes little noise but in silence fills the heart with assurance that the Love that is ... always will be … and will find the heart’s secret door, gently entering, so silently, unnoticed but just … there.
Not bidden, not summoned by force of will, but awakened within for reasons we shall never know by forces we do not command, Love comes, filling every empty place until we know … in the silent light of day’s end … that there is One who is always … close as breath, breathing Life that knows no death, new as every dawn.
Pr. David L. Miller