When Morning Comes
by Michael Ales
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I woke early today still shadowed in darkness. My tent was damp with pre-dawn dew. Though my mind lingered on the cloudy inspirations of dreams that hadn't yet disappeared, I was eager to get back on the trail in this new day. Of routine I made ready my gear, grabbed my provision, and decided to head off. But I noticed in my rush that my light had gone out. The woods still black, it was apparent my early start was on hold. I sat on my pack, back against a pine tree, and waited for dawn.
Dawn was delayed. So long was my wait I surely misjudged the time of my waking. Must have been middle of the night. But there'd been signs: the birds chirping, the damp, the cool. "No, it should be light by now," I reasoned. "Where is the sun?" I grew disappointed that I'd missed my chance for an early exodus. I wanted to get on with my ambition.
I slumped against the tree, somber as my disappointment slowly congealed to anger. I wanted to go. But my hopes were dashed while I stewed about where I could have been. "Why am I still here?" I questioned. I'd prepared. I'd made it through the night. Why was the light so long in coming? In my bitterness I cursed the Dark for remaining and I cursed the Light for its delay.
It was some time before I noticed the faint glow around the treetops. I hadn't bothered to look up. The Sky began to show herself. Not all at once, mind you, but in leisure. I should have been delighted. I was not. I'd allowed myself to sink so low even such a grand discovery would not cheer me. The Sun took his time too. He did not take mine. I felt as if I was watching water boil. The promise of a new day rang hollow and I ceased wanting to care. I went back to sleep.
When again I awoke, I froze in my place. And though I rose with a start I dared not move. All around, the landscape I remembered was changed. Or at least my perspective had changed. For everywhere I looked I beheld an awe one could not have imagined. The earliest hint of luminescence from Sky and Sun had by now kindled to a roaring fire and lighted my world. I could see clearly.
Balanced on a sliver of earth between valleys I stood perilous and until then unaware. My repose had been in the midst of treachery. I was only feet from steep decline before and behind my plot. How I negotiated the road is still a mystery. More likely a miracle. Looking back there seemed no way possible to ascend to where I'd made my camp. Yet there I was without recollection of the labor my climb must have taken.
A mist was fading in the vales. That was an observation which escalated in relevance the more I contemplated the way ahead. The road to my future appeared as if it could be conquered. But had I attempted it while enveloped in fog I'd have been walking into danger. Mind you, in my haste I would have gone. So fervent was my desire to begin my day's journey and pursue my dream I would have braved as a fool the unsighted path. I would have perished.
Thus I have come to cherish a notion, the hint of an idea that my life was spared this morning. Could it be that all of Heaven and Earth held their breath for an instant? That Time stalled to allow the miasma to lift from my path and my mind? Did the universe in concert rest between notes, following the purposed hand of the Conductor? The Creator? Despite my unknowing did still I meet Mercy?
It pains me to know how I cursed both Dark and Light when they partnered to save my life. Life with which I was so concerned that I realized neither the peril I'd passed or the safety I inhabited. I'd come to doubt the desires of my Creator though He promised to be my guide. As a Psalmist once cried out "Let the morning bring me word of Your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in You. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul." I cried out too. But I didn't really believe…then.
I wonder. Can I begin anew this day with the comfort that I am, even now, under the shelter of the Almighty? I think yes! For it is said that His Mercies are new every morning. And this morning is replete with promises, with blessings that wait for me to ask…and to believe. And to with all gratitude make my amends.
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What a refreshing article to read, so beautifuly written, just like a prayer and a whisper from Heaven, "Be still and know that I am God." Welcome to Faithwriters! May you continue writing for God's glory.
What a wonderful article! Beautiful discriptions and great message.
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