Oh, that you would rend the heavens and come down,
that the mountains would tremble before you!
As when fire sets twigs ablaze
and causes water to boil…
And this, then,
is the vision of that Heaven of which
we have heard, where those who love
each other have forgiven each other,
where, for that, the leaves are green,
the light a music in the air,
and all is unentangled,
and all is undismayed.
-Wendell Berry “To My Mother”
Something woke me at 4:45 AM: perhaps the orange glow bathing my face. Never one to miss a light show, I heeded the call and obeyed.
Once outside, I watched clouds boiling – shifting and swirling in unrest as if something or someone may emerge momentarily.
Just early morning bird song oblivious to the turmoil.
Within a minute, the heavens settled and so did I, no longer entangled and dismayed.
Yet for a moment this morning, I did wonder what might become of us all.