Good morning, Dearest star in the heavens
that burns with eternal glory

that makes the sweet birds sing
and awakens the "day"

that plays hide and seek
behind water droplets suspended in the sky

that calls attention to the heliotrope
(the sunflower is my favorite)
and feeds every plant on the earth with its rays
(photosynthesis, an unfathomable necessity) 

that creates prisms in the webs of spiders
and casts rainbows to and fro

that makes visible the invisible

that all "life" is contingent on your alwaysness
and who could ever doubt God?