My daylight shies not away from shadow. It is a herald each morn that something wonderful approaches, and cannot be stopped. It floods into all spaces, thirsty for the darkness it swallows in great gulps. My daylight penetrates my imaginings, until my dreams float in a bath of light, until my most distant corners of thought awake. It is the sky wondering at the world, it is the defeat of all gloom, it is beams of holy architecture in the structure of the grand Purpose. My daylight understands the reason of all being. My daylight is a stream pouring down from eternity to lift the mortal heart from every gravity. Come, and see my daylight: for as it shines on, it shines on all: it shines on you.
