Thursday, 7 December 2017

Come, Thou Dayspring

Lettering by my friend @rach_forsyth

O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here.
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death's dark shadows put to flight!
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

"By the tender mercy of our God, the Rising Sun will come to us from heaven: to shine on those living in darkness and the shadow of death; to guide our feet in to the path of peace." Luke 1: 78 & 79

It’s darkest before sunrise.  

The air is cold, heavy. Obscurity muffles sound; a shroud of silence.  It seems impossible that morning could ever come.

Suddenly: a horizon.

Where there has been no division a rapid glow expands to create a flash skyline: the darker shades are pushed northwards in its definement, their disappearance made more inevitable as the radiance intensifies. A thousand royal hues expand and rotate to herald the arrival of the sun.

A golden orb emerges: a fiery ball whose commanding ascent prompts the dawn chorus.

Its movement is swift: now it is not just the horizon that is defined;  as the light explodes the composition of the landscape is brought into rich definition: countless textures, tones, nuances and glories are exposed by the generosity of its flare.

It is not long until its radiance cannot contain itself: clouds have fled;  the gloom has been swallowed up.

The golden river gushes into every last crevice:  shadows are chased away as the round gets higher.

All there is to see can be seen now: petals and cobwebs and leaves and valleys and contours and wave-crests and reflections in puddles and waterfall froth and ripples and avenues and swathes of forest and individual blades of grass in countless shades. The rays have awoken vibrancy, not just in an outbreak of every conceivable colour but in movement and sound: flowers open, ice shrinks, dew glistens and the morning is alive with the chatter of hopes, the laughter of play, the purposefulness of work.

There is life now.

Life in countless distinctions, shades and tinges; life that swells and responds and finds its source in the Light; life that comes from the sunrise.

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