Some Beautiful Wisdom

I hear the song the angels sing, when the first tint of orange light touches the edge of the sky, and the birds begin to join the anthem, calling light into the still sleeping world, bidding hope to be reborn once more in the hearts of seekers. I see the Earth moving beneath her covers, an elder still in her bed, starting her daily chores of creating life and welcoming it home again when its day is done. The great cycles spin above me, sacred currents that have moved for thousands of years and will move for thousands more. It is dawn, another first day, the hour when angels sing.

~ Steven Charleston is a Native American elder, author, and retired Episcopal bishop of Alaska. Professor of Native American Ministries at Saint Paul School of Theology OCU and Citizen of the Choctaw Nation. https://stevencharleston.com/