O sing a new song to the Lord. Psalm 96
The glow of the rising sun casts colours of pink across the branches of the white river gum outside my window and on a single branch the magpie sings his morning song. What a delight to wake up to such a kaleidoscope of colours and a chorus of song, in the still, otherwise quite morning. And God is there, God is in it, it is God wrapped in light. Its times like these that nourish our inner lives and strengthen our faith.
Mary Oliver said: Sometimes I only need to stand where I am to be blessed.
As you bless us with light at the suns rising, shine on us now with love. Anne, servant of the Lord.
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