It’s miraculous.
The wind blows and I feel my soul shift.
I feel the wind blow and my problems lift.
The sunrise and the sunset,
The Glory of God,
I am not soon to forget.
Another day has come,
and another day will go.
Blessed beyond measure.
Blessed more than you’ll know.
The Sun awakens and grazes all that is and
All that ever will be.
The Sun awakens and awakens the Life inside me.
No greater sight to behold,
than the slightest tilt of the Earth on its axis-
than the Earth reaching out of the darkness,
right out to the heartless, and
into the morning light.
It’s a miraculous thing-
To know,
to treasure,
to revel in all that is Life.
In all that is Love.
Onward 