Late at night
when I’m going to bed
I turn off the landing light
leaving the house, usually,
in darkness.
But sometimes
I see a chink of light
under our son’s bedroom door
and I know
that our son is still
awake.
As I enter our kitchen
on this chilly, December morning,
I see grey skies
all around …
except …
in one small corner
of the sky.
There, just behind the motorway,
lie the glowing orange stripes
of a winter morning sky,
just like a shard of sunrise.
And I have a sense
that this fragment of sunrise
is like the chink of light
under the door
of My God’s workshop
and that, behind that door,
on this dull, grey, chilly morning,
My God is already
hard at work.
(It’s almost as if
My God has hung a “Busy!” sign
on His door).
This miniature sunrise
feels like the red sanctuary lamp
in the chapel
that says to me,
“God’s home!”
I take a few moments
to enjoy the splendour
of God’s chink of sunrise
and I give thanks
for this beautiful reminder
of His presence
in my life.
© Claire Murray, 15th December 2021