I look to this day

I look to this new day with deep, piercing contemplation of what is, of what is now, of what is deeply real in the details, behind the song, of an early morning humming bird, or behind the linings of a white cloud, or the meaning behind the purity of a blossoming spring flower. In the midst of silence, of beauty, of life, lies the echoes of the Artist of them all. Yes, I look to this day, with a gentle pause, and in the stillness of my heart, take a contemplative perception of sacred imprints in each and every detail of creation.