In a novel by Vladimir Nabokov, one of the characters quietly watches an elderly street woman sip a cup of coffee given to her and in that moment becomes...
"aware of the world's tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all of creation; and I realized that joy... breathed around me everywhere, in the speeding street sounds, in the hem of a comically lifted skirt, in the metallic yet tender drone of the wind, in the autumn clouds bloated with rain.
I realized that the world does not represent... a predaceous sequence of chance events, but shimmering bliss, beneficent trepidation, a gift bestowed on us and unappreciated."
~Vladimir Nabokov,
Lord, today, I breathe in Your everywhere joy, and whisper thank You. Thank You for the shimmering now, the gift bestowed.
