Day 7 – Morning Come

By Patrick

December 28, 2008

Category: journey


…the skies of Abu Dhabi…

Silently we sail over a sleeping world, wrapped in a blanket of white and patches of lingering darkness. Here there is a quiet that carries and soothes, a harmony played around us as we descend. Within this quiet is such a real sense of newness, of hope, of morning…a warm sense of the world and its people clinging to hope in the midst of wrongs and brokenness…a feeling that leaves me foolish enough to believe something can be done, that I can be a part of bringing right and wholeness, a deep penetrating belief that hope remains. Hope, at first barely visible in burnt orange strokes against a dark canvas, now a vibrant diffusion of pink and gold, bringing light to the entire sky, giving word to the world of morning. Yes, hope remains.

And there is something so very sacred in this state of liminality, this in-betweeness of night and day, as the world waits for word to continue or cease, to bring light or dark, order or chaos. For me too, my soul must decide what music it will play, the score from which it will be directed. This morning, a voice deep within calls me to sing the song of a better man, to be more fully human, more in tune with the Way of Good News.

So may we join the harbinger’s song, informing the world of redemption and wholeness. May we bestow dignity in small gestures of putting others before ourselves. May we bring understanding and grace to counter the voice of fear and skepticism of our neighbor… may we join this Way, with lives lived out in the melody of Jesus.

Come, morning come.

Patrick, morning poet/ one who believes in a better way


2 Responses to “Day 7 – Morning Come”

  1. What a beautiful photograph!
    And yet, your words of mornings was even more lovely than the photo.
    All of you remind all of us of the value and strength of mornings–it is always a new day of mercies and a new start to be like Jesus.
    God (thru David) said it this way:
    Psalm59:16–But as for me, I shall sing of Your strength; Yes, I shall joyfully sing of Your lovingkindness in the morning, For You have been my stronghold And a refuge in the day of my distress.
    You sing…..and you remind me to sing too…
    Good night travelers–namaste

  2. uh, that should be “And yet, your words of mornings were …….not was…… even more lovely than the photo.
    I was too busy singing!

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