What is done and yet to come.

As I watched the sun set over the Atlantic this weekend, I spent some time thinking about the beauty that has been built into nature's rhythms: the mighty, living pulse of the ocean's waves; the slow and gentle slide of the sun from one horizon to the other; the shy twinkling of the stars, so quiet that you hardly notice them until they all but fill the sky and then meekly slip away, one by one; the determined rise of the tide, crawling steadily up the sun-dried sand until, its curiosity suddenly satisfied, it gives up and shrinks back from whence it came.

Welcome back to the rhythm of your regularly scheduled lives. I hope that you find beauty in both the rushing and the resting.



We will have love, we will have pain
There will be days and days and days that feel the same
We will have fear, we will have joy
And maybe little girls and little boys

We will have friends, we will have peace
There will be nights of lights and music 'til you sleep
We will be strong, we will still break
We'll live through so much more than we can take

Amen Amen
With the dawn, we all begin again
Amen Amen
What is done, and yet to come
Amen

We will have hope, we will have doubt
There will be memories we could never live without
We will have tears, but there will be grace
There will be prayers that we never thought we'd pray

Amen Amen
With the dawn, we all begin again
Amen Amen
What is done, and yet to come
Amen

In the sun or the storms, the flood or the flames
Let everything come, and I'm the one to blame
In heartache or hope I swear I'll say, I'll say

Amen Amen
With the dawn, we all begin again
Amen Amen
What is done, and yet to come
Amen