Dawn

I knew that if I stopped but for a moment to consider the wonder and glory that the God of which they spoke possessed, I should be undone. All my clever defenses would quit me like mists blown by a strong wind off the lake. String by carefully woven string in the barricade of my schema would unravel, be hacked to shreds, as if the Fates had grown bored of their duty and become sansculottes of the cognitive realm - snipping the bonds of my conscience with maenadic fervor. The piercing light of dawn ever threatened to plunge into the darkness of my mind and force open my eyes. Sometimes the brightness was so overwhelming it threw the world on the other side of my shroud-lids into brilliant orange. Yet for all the clarity of the darkness nothing could prepare me for the lucidity of the sun.

I stole the first peek facing away from the horizon where the sun would soon crest and begin his stroll across the sky. And as I turned slowly (ever too slowly!) so he rose to meet me. Thus as I increased my field of vision in regard to the luminescence the magnitude of the sun's glow grew as well. As if seeing the light was not apology enough for its glory its existence expanded a fortiori. It takes no time to prima facie become a votary of the sun (but it must be an honest viewing!) when our dark reverie is discarded and we awaken to the persistent promulgation of light that is the Divine Metonymy of this world.