Saturday

God of my mornings,
As you paint the sky with hope, open my eyes to the wonder of the world around me. May I recognize what a miracle it is that the earth revolves around the sun, that the seasons change, and night turns to day, just as you have planned. May I see the birds as they migrate and prostrate myself before you in awe of your miracles. May I watch the flowers burst forth from the ground and celebrate your goodness and grace, your victory over the snows of winter. May I bow my head in a moment of silence and thank you for all you are, all you have done, and all that waits for all of time.
Amen.