I awaken and quickly open the blinds to the eastern sky.  Something about the approaching sunrise calls me to bundle up and step out into the cool morning air to await the drama of God’s paintbrush. I take my seat snuggled in my Montana blanket with a big elk on it.  I love being wrapped up in Montana!

As sunrise begins its glorious performance, soft pastel colors appear…pale lavender pink, shades of cerulean to cobalt blue, white cottony ribbons of clouds strung across the expanse of sky. The dew on the grass gives a hint of snow. Flashes of pictures fly through my mind. It seems beautiful moments of nature always recall previous others.  I think I hear a Redbird close.  A long necked crane is silhouetted in the sky.  It’s long flappy wings gracefully dance a ballet in flight.  Puffs of misty air rise here and there over the gentle mounds of the terrain, suggesting campfires of civilization somewhere across space and time.  I wish someone were here to experience this with me, someone who would enjoy it as much as I do, playing with the words descriptive of the moments.


The bright yellow sun now begins to peep its head above the trees spanning the horizon.  A fiery gilded gold, it becomes bigger and brighter by the second.  More birds are singing now.  The sun becomes brilliantly blinding.  Millions of tiny droplets of wetness glisten on the grass like a bouquet of baby’s breath.  Bold bright colors overtake the gentle pastels.  A morning dove is tiptoeing through the wet grass.  It is gray, yet there is an aura of blue that deepens as its wings take flight. Small birds have an extra skip in their step as they bounce across the air toward the feeder.  A large blue jay sits atop the feeder, proclaiming his authority, then does a dramatic somersault to the ground and darts away quickly.  

I can’t look directly at the sun now…its radiance is too bright for my eyes.  I feel it penetrating my body.  My big white fluffy robe is lit with a new whiteness as if it had just been bleached.  The birds gather to sing a chorus around me.  The warmth upon my face stirs within me a biblical blessing…

“The Lord bless you and keep you, the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord lift his countenance upon you and give you peace.”  (Numbers 6: 24-26)  Yes!  That is exactly what this feels like!  Good morning my Lord.  Good morning!

I open my phone to read a quote someone posted…”It is Holy Saturday when we hold space between death and resurrection.”  And another…”The body of Jesus rests in the tomb.”  The white roses on my kitchen counter beckon my attention.  I take this photo…



The body of Jesus rests in the tomb.

Ah, it is Holy Saturday. In the beauty of captured stillness all creation awaits resurrection….

nk