On my flight from Paris to Nairobi, I was reading through Awed to Heaven, Rooted in Earth by Walter Brueggemann. One of his prayers resonated with me. Because of jet lag I've been every awake morning in Kenya listening to the day start with the whispers of birds turning into a full chorus. As I watched the light begin to filter through the shear curtains, I was reminded of the words of Brueggemann's prayer.
At the dawn by Walter Brueggemann