It’s not often I see the sun arise from its slumber this time of year. With the axis of the earth leaning heavy toward the sun, it awakens much earlier than I.
But when a noise in the night causes me to stir, and the mind swirls with thoughts before sleep is able to return, I slip out of bed, glad to have a few quiet moments in the morn.
The view that greets me with a glance out the window beckons me outdoors. The air is comfortably cool, and everything is awash in a light pink glow.
The birds scurry and flutter about, joining one another in a chorus of songs and calls. At least half a dozen melodies play themselves into a veritable symphony.
The sky is filled with soft clouds that magnify the beauty of the sun’s rays as they scatter across the sky, chasing darkness away.
The houses and trees that block the view force me to step into the dew-laden grass. Still clad in my nightshirt, I hope the joggers that follow the path behind our home have slept in lazy today.
From the back door to the front, I slip quietly in and out of the house. Not wanting to awaken loved ones, still warm in their beds; not wanting to miss the dawn.
As the shutter opens in a inadequate attempt to capture the moment, the eyes take images of their own, writing the glory of the Lord on the tablet of the heart.
How do you capture the beauty of the morning when you would not dare call yourself a photographer any more than you would call yourself a writer?
How to do you capture the beauty of the moment when you would not dare call yourself a writer any more than you would call yourself a photographer?
Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days. – Psalm 90:14
In hope,
Shelli
About Shelli Bourque