THIS MORNING I SAT in the East window seat of
my Hermitage at Prairiewoods, north of Hiawatha, Iowa, and I watched after my
phone announced “Civil Dawn, Light Begins”. The woods began to appear, first as
a blur, then more discretely. After a while the pink in the sky began to turn
into yellow, but only in a certain range due southeast: it would be from there that
the sun would come. My phone sang upon “Official Sunrise” and suddenly died, out of battery, as
I began to scour more intensely for the orb. Promptly I came to realize that it
was coming up behind a thick tree. I moved to the south glass doors, where I
had tied the curtains up upon awakening; and there I saw it; not exactly spherical
due to the brush and clouds distorting it, but there nonetheless, and it was Thursday,
it is Thursday, January 2, 2020, and I am alive, and I am God’s
child, and I am here in the prairie woods north of Hiawatha with no car and a
dead cell phone, but the world pays me no heed, it simply moves on without me.
And yet I am still a child of God.
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