Worship at Dawn
The first hint of blue appears in the windows. The rest of the sky stays dark, a velvet, navy world shining with living stars; but on the horizon, the world glows a bright blue, lighter by the moment. I open the wooden door and walk towards the sea, breathing in the chilly air.
The golden dawn is coming.
I want to greet it on the shoreline, watch every moment of its arrival. I need to remember the time I'd seen it from the edge of our world, the time when I heard the sun's songbirds sing as they flew.
Even there, even then, I was not the best king. Even in that golden, singing world, I needed Aslan's rebuke to make me do as I should.
This morning, after a night of quarrelling, after a night of despair, I needed to come to the sea. I needed to see the dawn.
I needed to remember that light dawns on the world. That birds sing, old men grow young, the brave go onward—
That Aslan comes.