“The horizon fading below the Atlantic’s gray waves appears to tell only stories past because the sun glides over and away toward the west, leaving the promise and prophecy of tomorrow to a distant land.”
Tomorrow, not the day but the promise of a new beginning, seems lost somewhere between the wilderness we walk through and the sun shedding its light on the other side. Tomorrow, the day we stress over today, will arrive with the insistent demand of the alarm clock. “Tomorrow” is the promise of better things to come, the destination we dream and sing about where happy endings and reunions really happen. Tomorrow is New Jerusalem descending, a city we will enter to be reunited with loved ones and protected by the presence of the Lord. We certainly need to feel a hint of that to help us to continue through the ominous wilderness called life.
The breeze blows and for an instant we feel the peace of the inexplicable, the presence of the Holy Spirit, who touches us to remind us that “tomorrow” with all its peace, rest, and glory is not only coming, it’s coming toward us, indeed it is coming for us.
It’s early springtime and the winds that blow harder everyday as the celebration of Easter approaches, remind me that the promise of tomorrow is in some sense already here.