Dawning of consciousness

Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh;

When the bird waketh and the shadows flee;

Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight

Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee. 

(Harriet Beecher Stowe)

My recent interest in understanding the connection between Christ and consciousness opened a whole new window of inspiration in this old hymn. We are, indeed, new born each morning when the brain leaves its sleep mode and fires up to… Continue reading →