You have made the mountains and the heavens and the skies — and each blade of grass, each drop of rain, each small, whispering murmur of a breath.
How could it be that I am alone today? The sun will rise and set on a day prepared just for me, as the same day was also prepared just for my neighbor.
Let me read the book you open before my feet, Lord, moment by moment. Your plans write themselves and, once read, erase themselves just as quickly.
Open my eyes, open my ears, open my heart to your day.