A New Day
“Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing
Praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world...”
Cat Stevens (Morning Has Broken)
This old song by Cat Stevens (aka Yusuf Islam) is one of my all-time favorites. It seems especially appropriate today as we've just come through three days of torrential rain, a controversial inauguration, a weekend of protest marches, and lots and lots of argumentative conversation. Coming back to nature, to the rain, to the blackbird and praise for the morning has a calming, grounding effect on me.
The last verse of this hymn goes:
“Mine is the sunlight
Mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise ev'ry morning
God's recreation of the new day.”
In the midst of contentious times, let us remember this: we belong to the earth. We are part of the rain, and the trees, and the birds that fly. No temporary political power can change that, and none can ruin our appreciation of this holy ground on which we stand. Whatever comes, we will still have the earth and all its sacred places. We will enjoy beautiful sunrises and sunsets; we will stand in awe at the ocean's edge. We will gather with the people we love, and with people we don't even know and protest injustice. If nothing else, we are alive, we are awake, and we are ready to take on this new day.
In the Spirit,