I watch this morning for the light that the darkness has not overcome. I watch for the fire
that was in the beginning
and that burns still
in the brilliance of the rising sun.
I watch for the glow of life
that gleams in the growing earth and glistens in sea and sky.
I watch for your light, O God,
in the eyes of every living creature and in the ever living flame
of my own soul.
If the grace of seeing
were mine this day
I would glimpse You in all that lives. Ground me the grace of seeing
Grant me the grace of seeing.
Philip Newell. Celtic Benediction. Sunday Morning Prayer