Kirkepiscatoid

Well, this morning I awoke to a sunrise that had the impressive quality of coloring the sky at all four compass points! This is as "Currier and Ives" as it gets at my house!

Almost every "liturgical color" was in it somehow (except for green)...gold, red, rose, blue, purple, black...and the white of the snow. As I was standing out there looking at it, one of my flashbacks from the Lutheran hymnal popped into my head. (True confession--as much as I enjoy being a 'Piskie, I do confess that my favorite "classic hymns" are Lutheran.) But the first verse of this one flew into my brain as I was enjoying the "4 way" color...

The King shall come when morning dawns
and light triumphant breaks;
when beauty gilds the eastern hills
and life to joy awakes.

Not, as of old, a little child,
to bear and fight and die,
but crowned with glory like the sun
that lights the morning sky.

The King shall come when morning dawns
and earth's dark night is past;
O haste the rising of that morn,
the day that e'er shall last;

And let the endless bliss begin,
by weary saints foretold,
when right shall triumph over wrong,
and truth shall be extolled.

The King shall come when morning dawns
and light and beauty brings:
Hail, Christ the Lord! Thy people pray,
come quickly, King of kings.

Then something else came to mind. Maybe part of what connects me to sunrises/sunsets ARE the "liturgical colors". Maybe part of what connects me to "liturgical colors" is that they are also the colors of my heart...seasons of somber purple and dark blue, seasons of verdant green, reds and yellows, flashing moments of pure gold and white, and just the teeniest tiniest bits of rose. (Anyone who knows me well knows "There ain't much rose there," but a tiny hint of it will sneak out now and then!)

So, my wish for my blogfriends on this Christmas day is "Enjoy the colors of my pasture; enjoy the colors of my heart."

Merry Christmas!