Desert dawn and the Hassayampa

Nature, in its beauty, has lessons to teach, if we have the eyes to see and ears to hear.

It's four in the morning. I'm more awake than asleep. And what comes to me? The Hassayampa! I ask myself why. I am at least sixty miles from this Arizona river, which in many places is nothing but dry rock and dust at this time of year. Or is it?

But before I go too far in considering this subject, the discouraging suggestion comes, "It's too early. You haven't caught your usual 'eight.' Better force yourself to go back to sleep." But no! This time I refuse to listen to this suggestion. I feel a desire to be awake—not just humanly but spiritually.

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