I LOVE TO PRAY an advent blessing …

Christ the Sun of Righteousness shine upon you
and scatter the darknesses from before your paths

… and I also love Mary Oliver’s poetry, that knows the Sun so very intimately. “Why I wake early” speaks to the Eternal Warmth:

dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light –

Here’s the Advent message! ha, ha! – intended for every living, breathing product of Divine Love:

Good morning, good morning, good morning

Thank God for the poets. Thank God for the poets. Thank God for the poets! And read them, and hear them, and be present with them, and pray with them, that every other living thing, whosoever they may be, and wheresoever they may be, and whatsoever their present circumstances – they may thrive both after and Before The Sun Rises (Stay put, just for a moment; click this link to share a good morning with one of my friends).

Good morning. Good morning. Good morning. Thank God for the poets in every time, and in every tradition, and in every place.

Jesus of Nazareth came to be known by some as Christos or “Anointed” – because God breathed in him, and because he both knew and prayed for dawning and good morning, for everyone, always, “on earth as it is in heaven”. The Life of the Life-Giver breathes in you and me too, we, the anointed in our day, who sing in every tongue to the sun of righteousness and –  learning to breathe as one – say and pray

Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ the true, the only Light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise!
Triumph o’er the shades of night:
Dayspring from on high, be near;
Daystar, in my heart appear.

Dark and cheerless is the morn
unaccompanied by thee;
joyless is the day’s return,
till thy mercy’s beams I see,
till they inward light impart,
glad my eyes, and warm my heart.

Visit then this soul of mine!
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief!
Fill me, Radiancy Divine;
scatter all my unbelief;
more and more thyself display,
shining to the perfect day.

Charles Wesley


MIMI, THANKS. You always have an eye for the best. This is priceless. And utterly, profoundly true.

You know who – this is for you, because you know it’s true, and you make it true, too 🙂


HERE’S A GORGEOUS little clip (I hope she won’t mind) from my priceless friend Mimi’s Blog: Waiting For The Karma Truck. Need something to cheer you up in the mornings? You need Mimi. Trust me.

Bless her, sweltering beneath heat, storm and tempest over there in the dear old US of A – whilst we in the UK are languishing beneath plain grey – Mimi’s always got something delightful and cheering to say. I was thrilled that she spotted and posted a little snippet from the life of the very English Jane Austen – who must have known some merrier summers than this one:

What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance

No writer on the planet could describe Mimi as inelegant. Whether beneath rain or shine I commend her joy-filled blog to your glad days 🙂