LIGHT OF THE WORLD

          For two days, I have witnessed sunrises with souls of fire wake outside my window: peach and fuchsia overtones above a backdrop of orange light that color the world before sun ever shows.  As dawn draws nearer to its rise, the orange background burns away in transcending hues—fainter oranges, indigos, yellow-blue, and then the color of blue-day sky: all before the showing of the sun.  The peach and fuchsia tones change too, some becoming warmer, others cooler, as if the sky has its own ability to sense, its own living mood, and the power to shape expressions however that it wills.

          I sit quiet and observe, attempting to write something else, but with that thought being at a block, I pause to give witness to the world.  The other piece is a process, but this—an observation in the living present—is easier.  I write what I see and record descriptions as they show while the other thought shapes.

          For two days, I have tried to capture the scene in a picture, but it is to no avail.  The soft lights and hues perceived in the eyes and detailed further in mind and dream are tones technology cannot capture.  The sky must be seen, and the moment lived, if the scene is to be sensed.

          If a picture is worth a thousand words, at under three hundred, I know this passage falls short, but in reading, perhaps it will restore such skies from our own held memories, and without seeing, another may understand such sky as lives before me.  The world is a wonder, so are we, and some days, I wonder if the light of the world is not perhaps a language through which God speaks. 

          The Light of the World: perhaps there is more to the phrase than the cliché it has become.

1 comments on “LIGHT OF THE WORLD

  1. Good one Bryon. I enjoy reading them. People should enjoy the scenery more with what is going on in the world. Have a good day

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