Rising Together

This early morning, I sit near a window looking out toward the still dark morning sky. The morning star twinkles through the dark branches near the horizon. The edge sky over the roof of the dark house reveals the first hints of this day that is surely coming.

A few minutes later, I look back at the orange rising day and notice that my guiding star has risen a few degrees. I am struck with the realization that everything is rising. Me and my house and the cars driving by on the street – we’re all rising as we spin effortlessly toward the dawning day.

Now the sky has lightened to gray – continuously turning toward brighter and brighter color at the horizon. The morning star still glimmers, now more faintly visible - still rising into the new sky. Ha! Here it is - irrefutable evidence of the imperceptible turning that rules our lives. I breathe easy.

And as I write and reflect, my star vanishes into the brightness of the rising day. But for the time being, I still believe.