When the sun breaches the eastern horizon in the morning, a window of light appears on the western wall of our little chapel. At its first faint appearance, details formed by the umbrage of tree branches are sharp and defined. As the apparition grows brighter, the clearly marked contrasts and divisions of shadow become absorbed into a full and encompassing illumination. And so it is with my soul in the Presence of what is sacred; of what is eternal, and all that is love.
