Articles, thoughts and essays.
A small but growing collection of writings.
(things to read between readings)
© Seraphim
SUNRISE
It is characteristic of our modern age that many people do not notice (or are not even up early enough to notice) one of the most sublime, glorious, and the very first "miracle" of the day:
The rising of the morning sun.
The rising sun is more beautiful than the setting sun. With the sunset comes the end of the day. You may, or may not, have accomplished much. But even if you did, you can accomplish no more. Not in the daytime anyway.
Sunset is a sad sign the day is about to end. To pass into night. And when it does, it's gone forever.
But at the sun's rising, there's so much hope. After all, a new day is born. A new day, full of possibility and potential. The orange blush in the intensifying sky signals the end of night;
and also, the end, to darkness.
The dawn is a magical time where darkness flees and is conquered by the power of light once more.
No one knows what this new light will bring. It holds secrets and many hidden things that will either work with or against all we have previously planned.
Time moves through us, and we move, through time, in what seems to be an endless series of cyclic oscillations. The days pass, and they leave their mark upon us, and upon every single thing around us.
Yet, within the midst of all this chaotic change, something remains, unchanged, waiting patiently, hidden away and preserved for that very last day of all days:
"The Day" that will arise and greet eternity.
There's a certain place where darkness struggles with light, yet the darkness cannot overcome it.
That place, is the sunrise.