It is another day in the Lord.
I step from my room into the silence of the valley ‚Äì
an almost audible silence that is the language of God.
The rising sun has yet to reach the ridge of mountains,
Forming this heaven on earth.
Tall grass covering the meadow stands as an army
at attention awaiting orders of the day.
No breeze rattles the leaves, the buzz of flies and
bees has not yet begun.
All creation waits with hope for today‚Äôs silent message
Suddenly the bells of St. Benedict‚Äôs sound the call to
prayer. Men of devotion begin their chant ‚Äì prayers
for the salvation of the world.
In response, the lowing of a single steer confirms the
valley‚Äôs readiness for the new day; the bees and
flies, now in flight, join in busy harmony; the first
light touches the tundra of Sopris‚Äô peak . . . Sopris,
magnificent focal point of an architect‚Äôs dream.
As this meditation ends, the valley comes alive in full sun,
rejoicing with me in the experience of union with the
Sky, mountains, forests and all God‚Äôs creatures testify
as one to His glory and sustaining love.
I AM TRANSFORMED!
Written in Snowmass, Co.