The Gray of Dawn

This morning I parked my car away from the rising sun

 as I was waiting for Ben, who was attending Seminary. 

 I love the rising sun, the changing colors, the introduction of light.

  Today though I noticed something different. 

Facing away from the sun the world is just gray. 

 Not the pretty gray I love, but a hazy brown gray.

  As more light is introduced it the atmosphere stays gray, it just becomes clearer.

I have been reading about Jesus Christ and the light that he offers us.

  There is that power that comes from him that gives us our life,

 makes our hearts beat, enables us to function in this world on a physical basis.

  There is his light that we seek,

 to enlarge our understanding,

 heal our hearts and minds,

 and draw us closer to him.

  There is his light that fills the universe,

  governing the stars, planets and seasons.

So on pondering the light, if we turn our back on the light of Jesus Christ

 does it change our perspective to this hazy gray?

 Would it diminish our hope, charity and faith in the good in this world? 

 I already know that watching the sunrise some how renews my spirit.

  It brings me enjoyment to see all the different colors and hues that light can introduce to this world. 

 I know that my trust in the light of Jesus Christ brings me healing, hope,
 and the desire to be charitable. 

 I know that it enlarges my abilities to see the world in a much kinder light.

  My faith in him brings me joy.