The Sun and the Darkness

The way the sun rises, cresting the mountains, piercing the clouds, chasing the darkness. It is easy to miss it, day after day, year after year, that unmistakable warmth. Bringer of life. Guide to the weary traveler. The lost sailer. The blooming flower.

We owe so much to her warmth. Taken for granted. Ignored. Passed up.

It only takes a moment. To take it all in. To be grateful. One moment out of thousands.

If only we notice her warmth, the life she brings, can we share it. For she too needs to rest. And when she does and the darkness creeps back in, it is up to us to be the light. The warmth. The guide to the weary traveler. The lost soul.