First Light

I often write of first light because I almost always experience it and its ending.  No one ever sees first light, they experience it.  That moment when all darkness flees because light is let in.  Light comes slowly but wholly, from horizon to horizon, from earth to heaven, to all points of the compass, a dome over all my earth.  And with it comes another experience, I see.  My eyes are reborn as once it was all dark, now, the yard, the trees, the river, and the mountains beyond, I see.  It is like nothing to all.  Seeing is a recoming of all there is, a rebirth, a born again, the earth is silent stillness lay and then in exuberance unfathomable sings forth. It is the greatest hope of the day, night giving way to day, blindness to seeing, a surprise of the hope of life.