On cold, gray, overcast days of Midwest winters, it takes an intentional effort for me to wake up with a sunny disposition. My flesh would rather hibernate on those days. Then we are blessed with an occasional clear, crisp, cold, but sunshiny day that breaks the tiresome repetition. On such a morning, I woke, andContinue reading “New Day – New Mercies”
During the quietness, on Christmas Day, I wrote the following poem. The first stanza burst forth as a prayerful song in my heart. I found myself singing and humming it all day. Later, I sat down and worked on the remainder in meditation concluding with a crescendo of praise.