Here, on this patio on High Street, among the elm and spruce, the morning sun is refracting through needles and leaves and is falling in soft patterns on the pine-plank deck. One thousand miles beneath my chair the earth’s lower mantle is exhilarated. And somewhere, where the lithosphere is thin, a plume of recognition breaks the continental crust and bursts sunward, settling in low places, adding to this abundant earth. All because of this three billion year old patio among the trees.
Gladden the soul of your servant, for to you, O Lord, I lift up my soul. (Psalm 86)
