Sharing One of My Mornings

Thought i'd share with you what a morning in my part of this universe looks like. Coffee in hand. Loyal dog at my feet. Cool escaping dewy air on my cheek. Neighbors probably rousing from their sleep. And some peace and quiet. My visual Psalm 19.

The heavens declare the glory of God; 

    the skies proclaim the work of his hands. 

 

Day after day they pour forth speech;

    night after night they reveal knowledge. 

 

They have no speech, they use no words;

    no sound is heard from them.

 

Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,

    their words to the ends of the world. 

In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun. 

 

    It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, 

    like a champion rejoicing to run his course.

 

It rises at one end of the heavens 

    and makes its circuit to the other; 

    nothing is deprived of its warmth.