“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 word.”
It is an amazing thing – to be able to open our senses to the world around us. To feel the warmth of the Sun; to feel and hear the wind moving the trees and to observe the great diversity of life moving about searching for food, for shelter and warmth.
We celebrate life throughout the seasons – and we celebrate the Harvest during the Fall. The colors move from a variety of shades of green to orange and yellow and red and they begin their downward journey to replenish the earth. Those whose call it is to farm are busy on their Combines and Tractors, clearing the fields of grain. The Grain Elevators are full of corn and soybeans that will be transported to be transformed into energy to feed the animals and humanity. The cycle of life never ends. Death is an illusion; a mirage. All that dies, becomes energy – food to nourish life being born. Death is a doorway to new life – life being transformed around us and through us. Entering into death is entering into the Resurrection – a Transformation that takes place each and every minute of each and every day and we are part of that.
For the past many years at Saint Viator Parish in Chicago, the students watch caterpillars – larvae – begin the journey and become a chrysalis – and in the Spring of the year at a particular time, they take their treasures outside and watch beautiful butterflies take wing. They learn that they cannot not hurry the process – that the butterflies in order to fly, must struggle to escape the shell – the covering – without help. They need to gain strength by engaging in the struggle so that they can fly. These young students of life learn about themselves and all of nature by observing; by looking carefully and wondering.
This is the journey of life; to let the old go and the new come to be. We are called; each of us; to transformation – to learn how to fly and feel the wind beneath our wings as we make our way through life. Life is filled with wonder and awe for those who take the time and make the effort to look around and smell the roses.
“Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dew fall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass.
“Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s re-creation of the new day.”
We are surrounded by miracles each and every day. We are part of the miracle of that Spirit given life that touches our world binds all together through love.