In thy light, light

A fountain is not a reservoir. Reservoirs store what was collected once; fountains rise fresh from a source that keeps giving. The psalmist locates the fountain of life with God — meaning life is not something you were issued at birth to ration carefully until it runs out, but something continually supplied from a spring that has never once stopped.

Then the second image, stranger and lovelier: in thy light shall we see light. Light is not merely something God shows us; it is the medium we see everything else by. Stand inside His light and the whole landscape of your life — the decisions, the people, the setbacks — becomes visible in true colour. Stand outside it and even bright things read wrong.

Both images argue for the same morning habit: go to the source before you go to the day. Not because the day is forbidden, but because fountains are for drinking upstream, and sight comes before navigation. Five minutes at the spring changes what everything downstream looks like.