A poem by John Philip Newell

Early in the morning I seek your presence, O God,

not because you are ever absent from me

but because often I am absent from you

at the heart of each moment

where you forever dwell.

In the rising of the sun,

in the unfolding colour and shape of the morning

open my eyes to the mystery of this moment

that in every moment of the day

I may know your life-giving presence.

Open my eyes to this moment

that in every moment

I may know you as the One who is always now.