Every Day is a Miracle

When pianist Arthur Rubinstein was asked about religion he replied, “Every day is a miracle.” Yesterday walking by Morris Arboretum in this warm autumn, a bush was flowering in white, starry blossoms. I thought of the phrase from the Book of Lamentations ("God's compassions fail not; they are new every morning") and the John Keble poem: “Morning."

Why waste your treasures of delight
Upon our thankless, joyless sight,
Who day by day to sin awake,
Seldom of heaven and you partake?

Oh! timely happy, timely wise,
Hearts that with rising morn arise!
Eyes that the beam celestial view,
Which evermore makes all things new!

New every morning is the love
Our wakening and uprising prove;
Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life, and power, and thought.