A GLIMPSE AT THE MORNING

I just went outside to look at the morning. That was my intention; not going out to go somewhere else; not going out to accomplish my task for the day, but just to look at the morning. What a beautiful morning it is too. The sun is shinning. A cool breeze is blowing after many days of 100+ temperatures. The mountains stand in majestic silence all around. Not many people are out at this time of the morning. It is quite except for the quartet of birds blending their songs into their own kind of harmony. These words come mind: "This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it." (Psalm 118: 24) No. It's not Sunday. It's Thursday.


Well, things are changing now. There's the prayer call form the nearby mosque. An airplane drones overhead. The delivery trucks are beginning to make their rounds, and that sound is accompanied by the inevitable noise of traffic. People are going about their regular routines now, completely unaware of the experience I just had. I have a longing to reach to them in the hope that they too may come to know this peace and joy that passes all understanding