In the Know

It is the early beginning of the day. No day is the same.  No morning is without the whisper of a day – a day with hope and wishes for man or beast.

Even the birds await the sun to warm their lives for today – in the fragrance of fresh leaves and the smell of grass to be mowed – chirping in the trees greetings and warming songs of peace. They are waiting.  After daybreak all are full of expectations. These moments are so fragile – free of the mechanical noises – only the sound of whispering and soft rustling beginning until all then comes to life. Even the fishes glide through clean waters in total peace.

Oh Creator, I must be still to tell later of all you created.  We need to be still and call out to all around the earth plane – whether Christian, Jew or Muslim – thanking for moments like this.  All, yes all others too – even the lama who sits waiting for the morning bus – even the one who feels no Creator but stands and hears the morning breaking sounds play the tunes of the gifts of living of life – life to be lived, hoping that there are no discords or whispers of war that will disturb a so wonderful peace for man, bird and beast.

It is a morning for all to come and celebrate peace.