Goodness of the Rising Sun

The position of the rising sun simply tells the story of the changing seasons.

At sunrise there is a gentle haze over much of the city. The buildings appear crowded. The ones closest are uneven in upkeep. But, a kind of calm beauty does exist because of these edifices. What is visible are primarily windows of varying sizes and different types and colors of stone and brick.

At dawn the exterior of the buildings and one descending helicopter are enough to capture any imagination. This dawn the city appears at peace. Birds fly from building to building. Flies land on tables, on chairs, on computer screens and begin to explore. At dawn the sky is a pale blue, a smart passive color which invites a glance or two and then reflection.

The sounds of the morning are the sounds of life. There is definitely repetition. There is definitely motion. All types of vehicles can be heard, not seen. Listening to the mechanical whirrings and buzzings allows the mind to have a little bit of calm. The noise soon drifts into the background.

What types of prayers wait in the hearts of the city at dawn? What types of hopes and dreams wait to rise and confront another day. It is August. The sun now rises over the north eastern part of the city. At dawn it is an orange orb floating just above the horizon. For a moment it looks like a pumpkin, regal and ripe, waiting to be carved.

In the mechanical quiet as the sun becomes brighter, feels warmer against exposed skin, faith, love, charity might move quietly in the boulevards of someone’s brain. Goodness in some people might need calm to flourish. Goodness is needed by all people at all times.

Goodness encourages goodness. Prayer encourages prayer. Love encourages love. How simple that sounds. In reality it might take a minute for one person or a lifetime for another. The basis for goodness is faith. How an individual describes, nurtures, and uses faith is very important. Faith gives human being a sense of who we are, a sense of loyalty, a sense of hope. Faith begins very privately somewhere in the interior of every human being.

As the sun rises above the horizon the to do list returns in mind. As the sun rises elongated shadows appear on the concrete. The shapes create amusing shapes worth of being painted by Picaso. Iron and wooden benches appear like imposing urban towers or elegant china cabinet glass doors with diamond shaped window panes. There are infinite ways that the imagination can describe and preserve this moment, there are infinite ways that faith can encourage and enlighten those who are willing to be obedient and humble.

Looking at the buildings always creates questions. No matter how handsome and clean the buildings look it is still difficult to know what happens on the interior. It is the same with human beings. The clothes and manners often provide distractions. The jokes and sentences hint at the truth but are often red herrings. Like clouds covering the sun, every person conceals and reveals different parts of their personality at different times.

This revelation simply hints at the evolving story of life.

The position of faith in our lives simply tells the story of hope and loving God.