Dawn at Saint Mary-of-the-Woods

These winter days dark greets my waking, sometimes stars and moon.

Flinger of stars, your power astounds.

I feel so small.

How like the little birds flying about, full of motion; neighbor’s birdfeeder, down to the ground, up to branches, scattered by a larger bird.

I am as fragile and frantic.

Gradually light comes and on this snowy day stretches tree shadows toward me and warms me and the cats curled in their cozy corners.

We are at home in this world of yours, gathering strength for the day.

You say, “I will make my home in you.” “I call you friend.”

Help me believe it. Let me trust your leading today, moment by moment and see your reflection in all I meet today.