At dawn, I inhabit this moment with clarity. I feel my feet on the ground, the air on my skin.
At noon, all is forgotten. I am in churning seas and howling wind, working out how to rescue myself.
At day’s end, I am gripped by reflection on recent hours. What have I done, what did I not do?
Lord, of all the gifts you have bestowed, this morning moment shines brightest and disappears most quickly.
O! Let me bring it with me into every corner of the land upon which I may walk.