A couple of mornings ago when I was looking out the window of my kitchen a little glow caught my eye. It appeared as if a candle was burning right in the middle of the grass.
Of course I knew it couldn’t be. I went out to see exactly what it was and found that because the sun was low in the sky it caught this at just the right angle.
To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,