It's Always Morning

There is a sliver of the dawn upon the earth and sky, as escort to the sun that speeds the day and will not let it die....that rushes forth aggressively upon the penitence of night. So is the love that travels on that constancy, in haste to flood the nether earth with light arriving as a grace, that perquisite inborn in all humanity, and dusty with neglect. It falls upon us, sweepers of this cosmic bridal path, to celebrate a permanent retreat of shadow, consecrate the razored liberation of surrender to the dark. It falls to morning as the benison of day. Its racing touch upon the sluggish earth is the pursuer, not the fugitive. It is the fabled hound of heaven, its brilliance a progenitor, an aid to understand the raging nebulosity of man. ~