seeing a sunrise, colour of magical light that time of day! things come up in our garden. things i've forgotten, planted in the fall. i wonder if your god (and mine) planted something in your (and my) poor human soul. i wonder what he (she?) expects to grow or develop in the time that you (and i) are given. maybe we believe in the same god, or maybe not. (i wonder, does this flower believe in the same god that we do?) whatever our faith, we must consider today may be our last chance.