The Foundry of God’s Bosom
When light collects and bends away from me, I find I am never alone with the universe.
The morning sun rises to greet me.
From the other side of the solar system,
we meet and bow to each other.
The sun is small compared to the Milky Way or Andromeda,
yet it is important enough to warm my day.
I guess that’s good enough.
The stars in collective spirit roll and move
around the universe.
Planets hop through solar systems, moons chase comets, and my dog howls at them all.
Heat contracts and light bends.
Everything made or will be created is found here in the foundry of God’s bosom.
But I return to this moment with the sun.
The warmth of its grace blankets me, its light opens the day to new possibilities and hopes.
Closing my eyes, my spirit rushes past constellations through galaxies, jumps between quasars, races past asteroids to stand in the sun.
I face God. Or something or someone like that. Or nothing at all.
She smiles or He bows. It does not matter.
I'm here, watching, smiling. I'm fulfilled.
I start my day.
Thanks for reading. I am grateful for you. Stop waiting and dreaming. Start living.
Love to you and yours,
Michael
Michael, have a splendid day