...Open my eyes to the moments of resurrection that surround me every day. There is always something rising, opening to new life, budding and blossoming, forgiving and transforming. Teach me to live awake that I may recognize the renaissance being celebrated in my midst at every moment. Make me a disciple of joy. Amen.
Over all the mountaintops is peace, In all the treetops, scarcely a breath; The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; you, too, will have peace.
