slip-sliding away…..

I’m captivated by the glory of early morning light
hitting our beloved, majestic mountain.

That timeless memorial of this place,
Put here by the One Whom no man can match,
In the ability to design, build, create.

Outside my window
the birds chirp away;
Seeking their morning provision,
Their reliance on their Creator so admirable –
such that if we trusted Him as they do,
We wouldn’t fret over loss of wealth
or diminishing sustenance
in this economically-challenged reality of humankind.

The trees are still,
Leaves making ever so slight movements.
A sign of the gentle breeze that permeates the open air out there.

The clouds up above
yet more still.
No rain within them.
No life to give
for a land that is not quite parched,
but headed that way in the coming months,
should the sufficient provision not arrive.

This is a precious time of day.
One in which much can be achieved;
For while others slumber,
The wise ones remain awake,
Working to please their Lord,
Basking in the peace of solitude,
Reflecting upon the wonders
of this constantly repeated daily cycle of life…
One that’s been in existence since life began on this planet,
And will proceed beyond our earthly existence,
For future generations too.

The clock inside ticks over,
Second by second,
Minute by minute.
Never stopping –
as is the nature of time.

There are yet things to do in these morning hours:
Breakfast awaits;
Preparing to face the outside world;
Putting on the armoury of existence
to face the world outside,
While wishing this moment would never end.

The commute;
The school drop-off;
Work;
Shopping;
Mind-poisoning news headlines on lamp posts and Internet pages…
The World awaits.

And while I wish to not move forward
into this new day;
The reality is that I must.
For life cannot stand still
for my personal enjoyment.
Time marches on,
And I must move too –
lest I become stagnant,
unproductive,
a burden upon those who rely on me.

But I know,
One Day,
I’ll enjoy these mornings –
God willing –
in the Abode of Peace,
with no activities
to pull me out of my window of solitude.

Nothing to do.
Nowhere to be.
Nobody to serve.

Complete and utter freedom;
A just reward
for years spent toiling
in this stress-filled world of earthly limitations.

And on that Day,
When I’ve taken my fill of introspection and peace –
on a morning when time will stretch as long as I want it to –
perhaps you and I shall meet,
and together reflect
upon our earthly mornings;
grateful that we made it past those days safely,
into this Eternal, unlimited
Abode of Peace.