Is the light born each morning?
Or does it simply reveal itself again?
Or does it even matter?
From black to gray to shyness of white to the candor of gold
It is good.
Dawn
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A native of the North Shore of Boston, I currently live in Worcester County, Massachusetts. I worked at Boston College as the Acting Director of The Church in the 21st Century Center until August, 2010 and served until November 2016 as Canon for Formation, and Dean of the George Mercer Jr. School of Theology of the Diocese of Long Island. I was happy to serve as Rector at the Church of Saint Anselm of Canterbury in Shoreham, New York from late 2016 to early 2020. I began service as Rector of The Church of Saint Matthew in the city of Worcester on the first day of the fateful month of 2020. View all posts by johnpmcginty
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Believe it. 
This lovely meditation was a welcome reminder about light on a wet & dreary morning.