A rooster announces the opening of the black velvet curtain on the world stage. Birds softly chirp and trill and the stars fade as the horizon lights with iridescent tones of pink and gold. Unseen, the Presence stands in the center of the stage with his baton raised. A hush falls upon the predawn earth. Beads of dew shiver on the blades of grass, trees stand in majesty and the birds take their places on the branches of leafy trees and bare power lines.
The Presence dips her baton and a chorus soft and sweet crescendos ever so gently until the sun’s orb of fire cracks the surface of where the heavens meet the earth. Sleeping flowers open their petals to reveal their shadowed faces. The morning coaxes them to smile.
As Choirmaster, the Presence sends her strokes to all creatures and all bow as the Majesty of Heaven takes his place on his Celestial Throne. All is in order and all is peace…The day has begun. And HaShem saw that it was very good, except…
Humans pull down their shades and cover their faces that they not be awakened by the show. Still asleep, most listen to the voice of their own created master, their alarm clocks. They miss the grand entrance and coronation of the Master of the Universe. By the time they awaken, He has hidden himself behind curtains of brilliant light that obscure Him and His Presence from all who did not stand and bow in awe.
And people rush madly to their coffee and their jobs and work wildly to capture their pots of fool’s gold beneath the illusive rainbows of their repetitious lives. For them, all is vanity…Except to the ones who respond to the Presence.
