Every morning, regardless how desperate the night, the sun returns over the horizon, as we continue to revolve.
Amazing, isn't it?
I remember during our hospital vigil, when Elias struggled to survive his early birth, feeling surprised that the sun continued to rise and set despite my world collapsing beneath the fluorescent lights of the Newborn Intensive Care Unit.
How could birds still sing at dawn? How could they find the melody above the blare of the alarms attached to my boy, my tiny baby I couldn't hold, who lay on an isolette weighing less than two pounds covered in wires and tubes.
I felt mad that the earth didn't pause in its rotation to acknowledge my broken womb, four full months too soon.
How dare night turn to day!
But it seems the universe wears a much wider lens than I, and stops for no sorrow, no matter how desperate it feels.
No matter how broken.
And as the days turned to weeks, and the weeks turned to months, I found myself drawn back towards the beauty of dawn-- for when the sky is aflame anything is possible.
A single solitary breath, a small finger wrapped around mine.
Oh my goodness, your photos!!!!
Posted by: Toni | 10/11/2017 at 02:00 PM
It was a gorgeous morning!! No filters, just real raw beauty in the sky.
Posted by: Christy | 10/12/2017 at 09:39 AM
Gorgeous indeed!!!
Posted by: Toni | 10/12/2017 at 11:11 AM