Joys of the Morning

Somewhere in the most delicate part of our being, there is a space like the whisper of worlds hidden within us. In that space lives the energy of all humanity, and the quiet force of our own soul. It is there that every meeting between God and man takes place; it is there that prayer comes to life.

May a silent joy bloom there, as though mending all the wounds of the world, from the depth of night to the first light of morning. Such is prayer on this night, alive in every humane heart and every grateful soul.

May the child within each of us awaken with the dawn.