Summer sunrise comes early in New England, so early that if we’re seeing it, we might be groaning from lack of sleep. Maybe we had an extra-early flight to catch, or maybe we couldn’t sleep, or maybe the sunrise marks the end of a long hard night.
And yet, each sunrise is full of promise. As one of favorite stories exclaims, “Lo! The pinking of the dawn!” The longest hour might reveal a profound line of poetry, a brushstroke of genius, an elusive and fundamental truth. The hardest day might contain greetings from loved ones, the taste of a perfect peach, the buzz of bee in blossom.
Dear ones, however tough the night, let us greet the dawn of this new day.