Golden lace.
sunrise pours slantwise
into clear water
through the blue spruce,
the deep tangle of pine
and purled woodsmoke.
I turned
and the earth hushed.
While I leaned into silence
a morning too vast to fathom
filled with light.
The important thing is not to think much but to love much. So do that which bestirs you to love.
~ by St. Theresa of Avila