Dear God, how can I be certain that the sun will rise? And yet it ever has. When there are clouds, I know that the sun hangs in the sky to shine upon me. I need not see it.
Lord, I ask for so many signs from you. I ask and ask, an ungrateful child. I fail to notice the sun already drying my wet garments, warming my bones.
Grant me, sweet Lord, sight to see what is all around me. Growth and life, teeming. Sunshine. Your love glowing in the core of each of my fellows.
God, let me greet my brothers and sisters. Some may be dispirited. Let me pull aside their cloaks, that they may see their own glowing hearts.
Let us shine on one another, in anticipation of the clouds parting.