With the first ray of sunlight one bird opens its eyes. Sees life. A leaf, a tree, his friends and out comes a little melody of praise. Until more and more and louder and louder – the chorus of praise.

The trees sway back and forth, dancing for the Lord while the waters move with excitement. In my bed I turn around and notice the light from behind my eyes and sing the chorus of darkness. Groaning I turn away from the light.

The whole of nature is singing all the day. Saying: see God, praise God. He is the one who cares for us. He is the one who sustains us. I am beautifully and wonderfully made.

But most of the day all I hear are cars and thoughts of work, work, work. Another day. Another evening. Another night. I think of tomorrow. No sight, no sounds of leaves in the wind, the buzzing of the bees, the worship of the birds. Saying: praise, praise, praise. It’s God who sustains. Goodness and mercy will follow me. Every day. Every day.

The sun disappears, offering a generous show to the self-centered while it gets quiet around. The darkness creeps in. Silence.