The sun rises and kisses the trees with light so golden it makes me believe in magic.
And the hills across the valley are spring-green. And purple lilac buds grow plump. And yesterday morning I saw, too many to count, mountain bluebirds flit back and forth from the budding Virginia creeper to the lawn and back again; and later cheerful yellow finches did the same.
“Glory is what God looks like when for the time being all you have to look at him with is a pair of eyes,” Buechner reminds us. Surely these momentary visions from my living room window are as glorious as anything can be.