Glory be to God for dogs; and beer and laughter, kisses, handshakes, conversation – and all the everyday wonders of our lives.
Glory be to God for rust; and moss and dappled sunlight, wet stones, dry leaves – and all the surprising beauty of the world.
Glory be to God for decay; and illness, aching joints, hard truths, confessed sins – and all the unwelcome guests which lead us Christward.
Glory be to God, at all times and in all places;
not because all times and places are good,
nor because they are all as God wishes,
but because all lives are fragments of glory
and one day we will see that glory, clearly, and everywhere.