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For a Cloudy Day (originally written 11/9/21)

Glorious Sun, though I cannot see You, I know You are there.

Today You wanted to hide--and that's okay.  We all do that sometimes.

Today I praise and honor You, for without You we would not have light right now (even though You're hiding), and we would not have heat, though meager it might be.

I praise You for Your ability to lift my mood when I catch a glimpse of You breaking through clouds.

I praise You for feeding the plant life around me creating a vibrant world.

Though today is gray, Glorious Sun, I praise you.

-Orchid Casarez

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