Morning prayer

Our family spent summer vacations at a family camp north of Ely, Minnesota. It was situated on a large lake set in the wildlife-protected forests on the edge of the Boundary Waters Canoe Area between the United States and Canada. One of the very special aspects of this beautiful wilderness area is the low level of human-generated noise, thanks to rules such as the one prohibiting high-speed motors on the lakes. But, of course, the quietest time of all is before dawn.

One of my favorite activities was to rise quietly while everyone else was sleeping, slip out of the cabin, walk up the path among the pines and birches, and sit on a rocky ledge overlooking the lake—to pray, and to watch the day break.

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