It’s the quiet of the morning and I think again of what Thomas Merton said about this time in the marvelous anthology “Book of Hours”
“The most wonderful moment of the day is that when Creation in all its innocence asks permission to “be” once again, as it did on the first morning that ever was.”
This little book was brilliantly edited by Kathleen Deignan. Somehow, she managed to reduce the mountainous volumes of his writing to this perfect little gem. I reach for this book again and again when I feel the turbulence in my soul that comes from a prolonged absence of my morning quiet time when I think I’m too busy.
My soul tends to wither and fall prey to all kinds of clamor that our world can so effortlessly concoct. This small island of sacred space helps to remind me that:
My soul is big enough to hold eternity.
Big enough to hold Him.
Or, rather, He makes Himself small enough to fit inside me.
A humbling thought, one I have to make myself be silent enough to understand. Sometimes Alexa plays David Nevue quietly. Soft piano hymns fall like gentle rain and the words come from a place I remember.
Miracles never stopped happening.
The possibility is there, we just have to accept the Invitation.
Each morning, my coffee, my time, these conversations, become a kind of Holy communion.
Even more important than a good night’s slumber is this rest for my soul.
Here is a great verse to ponder that I found today in the Good Book:
He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. Ecclesiastes 3:11
It’s now the close of the day. First week back to work and it’s Friday tomorrow. I’m calling that a victory.