On a Friday
morning I played Peek-a-Boo with God. Sitting on a balcony watching the sun
rise, I marveled at its majesty. The ever-changing pallet of grays and whites were
followed by the pastels of light blues, and shades of orange and yellow. The
clouds danced across the sky on different planes, dark gray in the front, light
gray or white in the rear, back lit in fluorescent tones of tangerine.
The pace of
the heavenly show was as mesmerizing as the beauty of the choreography. Then,
at the appointed time, the star of the show slowly made its entrance, a celestial
chromatic orangish ball. The light of the world.
Yes, indeed
it felt as if God was saying good morning! Suddenly, it disappeared behind some
clouds, yet, like fingers reaching out to me, a few rays exploded through the darkness.
As I caught my breath, the clouds quickly moved on and the full brilliance of
the sun was shining bright. So much so, that it appeared to shine a path on the
sea heading directly to me.
Quickly
enough it hid again amongst the clouds. Then, Peek-a-Boo, I see you! It seems
that God was playing with his children. Thank you, Lord, for letting me see
your majesty in the morning, for letting me fell your warmth, for inspiring my creativity,
and for letting me imagine our game of Peek-a-Boo.
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