Light splashed this morning on the shell-pink anemones swaying on their tall stems; down blue-spiked veronica light flowed in rivulets over the humps of the honeybees; this morning I saw light kiss the silk of the roses in their second flowering, my late bloomers flushed with their brandy. A curious gladness shook me. So I have shut the doors of my house, so I have trudged downstairs to my cell, so I am sitting in semi-dark hunched over my desk with nothing for a view to tempt me but a bloated compost heap, steamy old stinkpile, under my window; and I pick my notebook up and I start to read aloud and still-wet words I scribbled on the blotted page: “Light splashed…”
I can scarcely wait till tomorrow when a new life begins for me, as it does each day, as it does each day. ~Stanley Kunitz “The Round”
It is too easy to be ground to a pulp by the little things, those worries that never seem to wane, sucking the gladness out of the day. They become four dimensional and soon we’re enveloped within, losing all perspective on what got us out of bed to begin the day.
God is in these intricate details, whether the splash of light on a petal or the smell of rotting refuse and it is our job to notice. It is tempting to look past His ubiquitous presence in all things, to seek out only the elegant grandeur of creation. Yet even what lacks elegance from our limited perspective, is still worthy of His divine attention.
The time has come to be refreshed and renewed
even when surrounded by decay.
His care is revealed in the tiniest way.
He is worthy of my attention.
A new life begins for me, as it does each day, as it does each day.