When Morning Guilds The Sky

There’s a church hymn, one of my mother’s favorites, called When Morning Guilds The Sky. Every morning when I come upstairs to have coffee and feed the dog I look out at the rising sun and the effect it has on the sky and I wonder, out loud oftentimes, in amazement, at the display I see. How can it be so different every time? So subtlety beautiful? So many different shades of color? So spectacular? No wonder we and ancient people believed that there’s a god. It’s so incredible; like the Rolling Stones said Like a new born baby, it just happens everyday; and every day it’s a new born baby and every baby is beautiful.

Rick Kinnaird

Feb 5, 2007