In prayer it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart.
I watch in stillness as the sun rises red over the mountain. Just a sliver at first through the lingering valley smoke, it becomes a glowing ball of fire heralding the beginning of a new day.
I think, for a moment, of capturing an image with my camera and sharing the splendour of this morning.
Then I think the better thing is to allow the majesty of it to shape how I am within the larger world when I go out into it later.
So, I step out onto the deck and, as the cool, fresh air of dawn caresses me, stand in silent awe and watch its ascent.
Lord, you have brought us in safety to this new day . . .
And it is well.