You are seen
This morning, the sun rose without fanfare, yet it claimed the sky.
The light touches everything – the dew, the stone, the anxious heart – and whispers: You are seen. You are held.
It’s a beautiful day not because it’s perfect, but because within its hours lies the relentless, gentle persistence of grace.
Pádraig Ó Tuama, Daily Prayer with the Corrymeela Community
"Claimed the sky. . . " Caught my breath at this. Yes and yes.