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.

********* WE NEVER LEARN

“It always turns out that way. No matter which way you turn, it’s always waiting.” Matilda held a sweaty glass of Jim Beam and Coke to her pursed lips and drank deeply.

Ginnie scanned the room, “You know Till, I’ve been thinking." as she paused for a long drag off her cig.

"Why do we choose these losers for men, and then sit around constantly complaining about how they treated us bad and never could do one good thing for us? I mean, what’s the deal with that?"

She looked at Matilda, and then out of the window as her blue-green eyes glowed like flame.

"You’d imagine we’d learn...

And another thing,” she continued, “I’m beginning to wonder why we even bother with men at all. Let’s just turn lesbo!”

“Stop it!” Matilda said, as she pushed away Ginnie’s hand from her leg.

The two girls had each gone through their fair share of different relationships, but none seemed to work out. Sex was generally the only thing that really ever got accomplished in any of them.

Seeing how they were nineteen and twenty years old respectively, they didn’t have much experience on which to base decisions.

Also, coming from broken, single parent families did their part to add confusion. But yet, they were not much different than a growing number of their friends back in high school. Everyone came from divorced parents. Some barely knew who their bio fathers even were.

Marriage was now basically an old, outdated institution. And the two girls felt like they were the left-over results of a terrible social experiment gone wrong.

“We should come here more often,” Ginnie said. “I’m already starting to get drunk. Man, these drinks are pretty good!” She lifted her leg up to cross them under the table and bumped it so hard it almost sent both drinks flying off to the floor.

“Good God Virginia, watch what you’re doing!”

“Oops, sorry.”

“We are getting quite a buzz on here, aren’t we?” Just then, a car pulled up to park in front of their window.

They both sat staring at the occupants.

“Wow! Do you see what I see? Those are a couple of real hotties!” Ginnie spoke in an excited whisper. “And they’re coming right in,.. here!!!”

“Ginnie,.. shut up.”

“Yeah, we never learn.”

The Sun