Daybreak: The Daily Miracle We Too Easily Forget
We take the sunrise for granted, but what if it didn’t come? Nancy Cato’s Daybreak reminds us to treasure each morning as life’s most precious gift.
Daybreak
Nancy Cato
The greatest show on Earth
(non stop twenty four hours around the world)
Begins with a curtain-rise
of soft pink cloud
and a blare of golden trumpets;
The Sun’s rebirth
we have seen it all before
we don’t even bother to get out of bed,
or, if we’re up already, we take heed
only to see will it be fine today
for our trip to the shore,
or the mountains; will it rain
for the school picnic,
will the races go on
or the test match be postponed?
And yet, one day, if the
sun should not rise,
what a loud refrain
of despair and horror
would run,
circling the whole Earth
as each place found
that today the golden trumpets
would not sound,
and the show was over!
We should think of each day
as our last for seeing the sun.
📝 Reflection
Every sunrise is both ordinary and extraordinary. We often glance at it only to check the weather, plan a picnic, or hope a ballgame won’t be canceled. But in truth, daybreak is nothing less than a miracle: the rebirth of light, the signal of life’s continuity, the reminder that we’ve been given yet another chance. Nancy Cato’s words pierce through our casual indifference, urging us to imagine the horror if the sun failed to rise. That absence would shatter the rhythm of life and strip us of hope.
Her poem is not about fear, though—it’s about gratitude. To witness daybreak is to receive a daily invitation to live fully, to cherish beauty, and to remember that every day is both fragile and profound. Perhaps if we pause, breathe, and look beyond routine, we can find in each sunrise a reason to celebrate, a reminder that life continues, and a call to use this day wisely.
❓ Three Questions to Dive Deeper
- When was the last time you paused to watch the sunrise with gratitude rather than as a weather forecast?
- How might your perspective on life shift if you truly treated each day as though it could be the last sunrise you see?
- What simple rituals could you create to honor the gift of each new morning?