My Friend the Sun

My friend, the sun, is distinguished in all that it offers me every day. I know it is one with all. Nevertheless, I like to confess my love for what it does to me. When it reveals its face early in the morning, it passes by my room. It does not break into it by force, but rather stretches its light in it little by little. When it gets to my bed, it starts caressing my face. Did its commitment to praise (Psalm 148) enable it to gain this tenderness in service? The Sun knows many things about our household. It knows about me, among other things, that I love the chirping of birds. I think that, for my sake and for the sake of those who are like me, it passes by the birds first! There is nothing sweeter than the chirping of birds in the morning! All I can say is that I am very grateful to it. The best friend is the one who lives with you for your sake. Does the sun wait for us to convey its qualities by day and night?