Dawn’s beginning light

To awake alive in the morning is a blessed gift. We hold to a hope, setting our alarm clocks, believing this will be the way we awake every morning. Until that dawn in which we don’t.

What then do we make of our day? What hope do we hold onto, believing there is more to life than simply breathing? How should our heart beat? Like ancient drums of the orient far? Like summer rain upon a tin roof? To what rhythm or tempo do we keep with life here and beyond our conscious eye?

The 19th Century Russian Orthodox starets, Theophan the Recluse gives us this:
“Into every duty a God-fearing heart must be put, a heart constantly permeated by the thought of God; and this will be the door through which the soul will enter into active life. . . . The essence is to be established in the remembrance of God, and to walk in his presence.”

“O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water.” - PSALM 63:1