Praise
for the Morning
“Morning
has broken like the first morning
Black bird
has spoken like the first bird
Praise for
the singing
Praise for
the morning
Praise for
them springing fresh from the world...”
Cat
Stevens
I wish you could see
through my eyes right now. It's 5:30 a.m. and the sunrise is a golden
pink with every shade of lavender you can possibly imagine. It's so
beautiful, and since this is Sunday morning, it requires a hymn. The
birds, Liza and I are the only ones up to see it—we and the
newspaper deliverer. Because it's mid-summer, the birds are in full
throat; music fills the air. It's hard to think negative thoughts
with a sunrise like this. Prince once said, “Every day I feel is
a blessing from God. And I consider it a new beginning. Yeah,
everything is beautiful.” I concur.
Today is July 1st;
the first day of the second half of 2018. As the nation seems poised
for turbulence over the next six months, it is good to take a few
minutes to receive the blessing of a new day, a new beginning. It is
well to remember that all things change; we are ever in transition.
This year will dissolve into next year and all the years to come.
Leaders will change, new generations will be born and old ones will
pass away. Change is reliable. We can always count on it.
Just for today, just for
these few minutes, give thanks for life itself. There will be many
more days and hours to protest cruelty and ineptitude; many ways to
give voice to the voiceless. Perhaps we all get to spend a lifetime
as an alien, an outcast, an immigrant in need of asylum. Who knows?
This much is certain: there will be karmic consequences for these
actions that will restore the balance of power. Like change, we can
count on that.
For the moment, however,
there is this pink sky, these birds, this golden light. Fall on your
knees and give thanks.
In the Spirit,
Jane
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