The morning sun rose on an Eastertide day. Now the sun has gone down and night draws on.
The rhythms of the day marked its passage, its diurnal course. For nature, each of these rhythms is inbuilt, an essential part of its movement and development, its harmony with the seasons and its deep underlying currents.
We will never better the seasons of nature. If we could comprehend and be in harmony with nature's rhythms, our lives would become fruitful and blessed. We would understand what blessing means. The day is blessed nonetheless and it has been blessed. Tomorrow all begins anew.