Dawn Moments

It's 5:22 am. The world beneath my window is numb with early morn. In no more than an hour, it will scream and want and demand with words of need and hurry and late.

But now now. Not at the dawn.

Here at the dawn I cannot mistake your faithfulness. It consumes and envelops and chases me like the sun to the horizon. Your fidelity is tangible. It must be, or else I would not sit here pushing keys.

The day ahead holds out to me challenge and task and hurt and busy. The things I lay down on this altar of heart I will certainly take up again before the day is through. The worries of time and haste and want and waste will follow me through till I grant them my attention, affection. The sun will rise and I will change my clothes, call a friend, make a joke all for insecurity. I will wave my hand at Your presence; flag at Your nearness; walk away in indifference from Your musings.

But not now. Not at the dawn.

Here at the dawn is You and me. Simple longing and simple knowing. Here at the dawn You meet me in the shadows and whispers. You move against every broken place I can name.

Here at the dawn is wholeness. Peace. Anticipation of a day with You.