Each dawn is a promise.
Every morning you rise to see the sun, or even the dim gray light of overcast skies, it is a promised manifested.
He uncovers the deeps out of darkness and brings deep darkness to light.
I've lived in a basement room without windows for the last twelve years. And you'll never find a photographer who says they aren't in love with light. So maybe I'm not a bit light hungry.
But you can't deny this:
Light gets in. There isn't a morning it doesn't rise, there isn't a night it does not pierce. There isn't a crack it does not find,
It can burn and it can heal, it can take and it can give, and there isn't a life that can grow without it.
He dawns on them like the morning light, like the sun shining forth on a cloudless morning . . .
The sun is there because it is a promise. Some days it is hard to find, hard to believe it will come out again.
But what you look for, that will you find.