When the Morning Doesn't Come

They say weeping endures for a night,

And joy comes in the morning,

But sometimes the morning doesn’t come,

And it’s then that you realize

You were never dependent upon the sun for your joy,

That glory is not limited

To the hours of the day when the sun does shine,

And that there is as much value

In the night as in the daytime,

And so when morning never comes,

And you float out into the infinite cosmos

Far away from the sun you used to orbit,

You find that there are other lights,

Different joys,

And yet all with the same Heart and Nature,

New worlds and systems and galaxies to explore

As you discover that

The light is in yourself as much

As you are in the light

New stars appear on your horizon,

And visions not yet dreamed

Are held in your hands as you release the gravity

That held you in bondage to the only sun you knew,

Now you are unlimited,

Not held in place by gravity,

But an agent of your own making,

Held in place solely by your own light,

The Nature that you share with the One who created the entirety of the cosmos in the first place,

And you,

Who created it with Him,

And now can remember that you did so,

And that as you did so,

You hid for yourself a thousand supernovae in the Tapestry of the cosmos,

Great mysteries and joys for you to find and unravel,

And even though you’ve left the star you called sun behind,

You have not lost it,

For it is part of you,

And part of the great cosmos that you now explore,

And you can always visit it

And bask within its light,

But it is no longer the only source of light that you may bask in

And sometimes

It requires a night without the morning

For you to realize this,

To realize the glory that comes

When the sun doesn’t rise,

And the weeping seems to endure forever,

When the miracle doesn’t happen as you thought it would,

When the Promise doesn’t look like you thought it would,

And you find it in a different place and time within the cosmos,

Hidden for you in another star

That you will come to know and be

Sometimes it is a wonderful thing

When the morning doesn’t come.