Sunday, November 16, 2008

New Day

As I look out on a beautiful, crisp morning, I marvel that the sun, indeed, has again had the unmitigated gall to rise on yet another day, despite the world's financial crisis, despite the callous greed of corporate barons, despite the crimes and wars, despite all the sufferings of humanity and prophesies of doom and despair. Doesn't the universe understand how bad and hopeless everything has become?

The sun also rises, the persistent earth still glides silent through time and space, oblivious to all that advises against it, as it has since the world's beginning. Where can a better renewal of hope be found?