Through a spiritual lens April 18, 2011 Issue

Yellowstone morning

Maurice Wildin

Last September, I camped on the shore of the West Thumb of Yellowstone Lake in Wyoming—the largest body of water at high elevation in North America. I awoke shortly before sunrise, dressed quickly, grabbed my camera, and went to the edge of the trees lining the shore. I was greeted by this scene: a glorious sunrise over a glassy lake. There was no wind in the trees. No lapping waves.

I loved the soft wings of the cirrus clouds hovering over and reflected in the lake; the lone pine sentinel on the sand bar; and the promise of another beautiful day in God’s company.

To me, this scene epitomizes the first line of Harriet Beecher Stowe’s words for Hymn No. 317 in the Christian Science Hymnal: “Still, still with Thee when purple morning breaketh,….”

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