One of the hymns we sang this morning at church was "O Savior, rend the heavens," #175 in the Hymnal Worship Book.
The second and third verses brought visuals to mind for me, all photos I've taken in the last couple days.
dew from heaven send. As gentle dew,
O Son, descend.
Drop down, you clouds,
and torrents bring,
to Jacob's line
rain down a King.
(This is one of four stained glass windows in our meeting space, made by Wilma Harder. It was also raining outside, and there are light-filled raindrops on the bush outside the window, though it's hard to see in the photo when it is this size.)
in flow'ring bud be seen,
clothe hill and dale in garb of green.
(Our forsythia has buds flowering totally out-of-season.)
O earth, bring forth
this Blossom rare;
O Savior, rise
from meadow fair.
(A rare fall bloom on this normally spring-blooming violet in our yard.)
"Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"
I've taken on a prayer practice of looking for the moments of light in each day, whether actual or metaphorical, and then writing or posting photos of what I find.