morning has broken

I never get tired of watching the world wake up and come alive. Looking out from my view on the top floor, I watch the landscape come alive. It’s breathtaking and humbling. The night is leaving us and day is returning. As the sun slowly spreads itself out, cracking the fragile shell of darkness that has sheltered us, I watch lights all across the horizon everywhere tink off one by one as if the last hurrah of another successful night.
The still and peacefulness of night is once again transformed back into chaos and stress. The world that was recently blanketed in silence and solitude has given itself over to the cacophony of voices and engines. I am no longer alone as I fade into just another face in the restless masses.
There’s a hint of sadness in leaving the serene tranquility behind, yet within each morning there is a deep abiding joy. As the Earth is renewed again, so is my heart. The reflection of His overwhelming beauty explodes all over the landscape and all of creation is washed in His radiant sunlight and sparkles with the newness of the day; So my soul is scrubbed clean of any pride undermining my joy and I am once again caught up in the euphoria of His love that is fervently romancing me.

So, the solitude the night afforded me has nourished my heart in anticipation for joy of the day. What good is the night without the day?

The promise of hope is always on the horizon.