Here, at the dawn, Your presence is undeniable.
As the sun peers over the already bustling city, there is tangible stillness and distinguishable peace. There is no doubt in me that I am before You - vulnerable and bare, cherished and accepted, delighted and raw.
In just a few hours I have no doubt that I will wave my hand in indifference, I will shrug my shoulders at Your presence, I will forget Your nearness altogether.
But not here.
Not at the dawn.
At the dawn, we are still enough to notice You - You in watchfulness and pursuit.
You in rending and healing.
You in peace and holy anger.
You in jealousy and love.
Rise on us this morning, create in us a dawning of a new day; a day in which we respond with joy and gratitude, in serenity and hopefulness, in remembrance and attentiveness.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Leave me a peice of your heart's ponderings: