I was disappointed with the sunrise this morning.
The clouds overshadowed the glory and spread the foreboding message of a quenching fall. Over the whole land, there was light…the clouds did not succeed in eradicating the rays of fire altogether…they managed to escape and somehow, someway, the land was getting brighter. But there was not the shining, powerful glow of so many other mornings. The sun, drenched in beauty and power, remained hidden by moisture-laden clouds come to cleanse, purify and nourish this dry world.
I sit here, most mornings, and it is almost as if the desire of my heart alone pushes the glorious orb into the morning…almost as if it dawns just for the sake of my soul. The light cleanses and in it I see redemption and a new beginning.
But not today.
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