O Rising Sun, you are the splendour of Eternal Light and the Sun of Justice.

O Come and enlighten those who sit in darkness; those who dwell in the shadow of death, Maranatha! Come Lord Jesus, come.
As I read this very beautiful O Antiphon, a memory comes to mind of long summer evenings spent in the high field – the moinin ard as we called it – sitting under a haystack just watching the breathtaking sight of the sun going down beyond the woods and bog lands of our farm in the West.
The silence was full, deep and quiet, except for the little birds on their way home to roost and the friendly crickets close by.  But as the last lights faded what a mystery it was to my child’s mind!
Where, oh where had the sun gone?!
No grown up’s explanations prepared me for what was always a fresh experience of another rising sun as it streamed through the trees – right into my room the next morning.  The chorus of birds as they flew again to the cornfields and the grass glittering with dew drops and diamonds to me.  Even then this scene had power to thrill me with anticipation of something I knew not what! – was it a foretaste of another Rising Sun still unknown to me?
What or who is this ‘Splendour of Eternal Light’ coming to enlighten those of us who sit in darkness – lost in our own little worlds?  It is the Lord Himself, majestic and glorious “wrapped in light as in a robe.”
Come then my Lord, my God, teach me where and how to find you – you who dwell in light inaccessible and I desire to come close to you, to be warmed by you.  Oh Fire of Love, I beg you, “lead kindly light amid the encircling gloom …lead thou me on.” (Newman)
You are a Living Flame, always burning with love for me, for every person in the world.
Enter into us this Advent-tide and set our hearts on fire with love for you.  What is it that inspires you with such love for us – your poor children? What draws you to us?
In a few days time you will be born in a poor stable warmed only by your mother’s loving care – just what draws you to us? – love is the answer.  Love alone impels you to come once again this Christmas night – not as I tasted you in your glory as a child, but as a tiny Babe – Oh you our Tremendous Lover – Maranatha.
The King shall come when morning dawns
And light triumphant breaks,
When beauty gilds the eastern hills
And life to joy awakes.
O brighter than the glorious morn
Shall this fair morning be,
When Christ our king in beauty comes
And we his face shall see.
The King shall come when morning dawns
And light and beauty brings,
Lord Jesus Christ, your people pray,

Come quickly, King of kings.  (John Brownlie)