O, Lord, I wonder at the witness of your work in all that I see, And comprehend that you and your word live within me and reveal your nature in all that I perceive. In the stillness of the predawn darkness of an early morning with a half-moon shining through thin, wispy clouds slowly drifting east, I sense your presence in this gentle peace. In the strobing flash of a coming storm with dark shapes starkly formed in sudden silhouettes of lightning's flare and low rumblings passing through heavy air, I am reminded of your great power. In the soft scent of clover massed in the meadow and the delicate shape of honeysuckle blooms barely moved by the feeding of hummingbirds, I remember moments of quiet and gentle leading when your Spirit's touch was light. In the bright, wilting heat of a savage summer day when it seems that sweat must stream from every pore and every muscle sore from brow to toe, I know that you are the Source of my daily bread. I hear the calling of coyotes in the distant darkness and recall that you have comforted me in every grief and healed my loneliness. When cool evening air lightly brushes against my face, I close my eyes in the quiet of this place and sense my coming rest, and know that you are with me, and I am blessed. H. Arnett 7/7/23
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