when morning breaks

The road to self discovery is entitled to its ups and downs. But none can conquer what one feels when made aware of the final destination. Just the shimmering outline of the horizon looming over the darkest of hills is enough to make you fall and weep on your knees. It seems to be an involuntary buckling of the joints that drags the shins to the dirt. But there is no betrayal to the mission in this action. No, Despite what we think, the body knows, it KNOWS that to give thanks is the most natural reaction to a journey meeting it's finale. It must stop and thank our Creator that 'yes' we, body mind and soul, made it this far. And as the tears and sweat and blood mingle with the dirt that made you and one day will become you, the journey's reoccurring theme of despondency is endurable because you've never felt so great in your life. Never... It's the painful malaise of the birth and the overpowering beauty that ensues; the mingling of the sticky sweat of a progressive struggle with the sweet and unbridled tears of flowing praise. How wonderful. How lovely... And that's just the horizon. Just the beginning.

Ask and you shall receive. He needs our words; our affirmation to put the world in our hands.