(Manna Meditations, Day 23)
In these gray days, let us not forget to look for the ordinary wonder …
To see beauty in bare lines and broken places, in cracks crazing the sidewalk like fine china:
To see color in subtler shades — the blonde of afternoon sunlight. The burnished bronze of fallen leaves, shining against wet dark asphalt:
Let us see warmth in the naked white limbs of sycamores, which reach out to embrace each other across streets and lanes, unhampered by their green-leaf summer clothing:
And let us see sunsets — one for every day, astoundingly aflame, the gift as predictable as clockwork:
Ah, Lord. This place is cold and dark…
And also, it is beautiful.