Morning Has Broken BJFerguson I could spend countless hours staring into the filtering light, in admiration of the simple execution of the break of day. I never tire of this exquisite moment, when the fading darkness is finally swept away by the stretch of sun, as it makes its way across my vista, with a firm, quiet hand, changing in an instant, every visible aspect of the world. Suddenly, a promise is fulfilled and life reacts with kinetic energy and the immediate revival, of all things born again, with purpose and grace. I never question the reason for my own existence, when, caught-up in this wondrous moment of awakening, as I see the reason for so much and so many. The delicate balance of light and dark…the soft re-introduction of sound into the barely audible still, that was only moments ago, night….the striking blend of glistening dew and sparkling sunlight, that clings to every living thing, as if to say, “Drink in this new day, and know that you, too, are alive!” All these wonders, held fast in one fine moment of clarity…..this moment that is daybreak. Whether or not I succeed at everything….anything….stands at bay, and my struggles are little more than distant rumblings of storm-clouds, far, far, off in the distance. For in this one moment, when the world begins again, loss and failure are nullified….adversity is a stranger, not yet encountered, and all life is a glorious cornucopia of possibilities. As the world opens her eyes, and her heart, she finds nothing but beauty and potential, awakening all around; and oh, how grand it is, to know that we….and our world….will begin again, despite the dark disasters of our yesterdays. When people ask me what I believe in, I tell them my one true belief is in the exquisite glory of the break of day, for this is a gift, and it does not come freely, to all. It brings light and the renewal of human spirit, unfound in any other source, and without such, we would surely perish. As the world slowly comes alive, facing whatever may come, it is with the knowledge that, with daybreak, we all may begin again, regardless of the past, feeling the warmth of the sun upon our faces, as it fills our world with purpose and promise. I have found nothing in this world….or any other….more worthy of my continued faith. “Morning has broken, like the first morning…” (Cat Stevens) And it is within the beautiful light of this break of day, where I see best, the glory of all life….even my own.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 12:56:17 +0000
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