“MORNING HAS BROKEN” (Eleanor Farjeon – Yusuf Islam)

“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 Word

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlight from heaven

Like the first dewfall, on the first grass

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 recreation of the 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 Word

It is good to look; it is good to listen; it is good to be curious. But it is also good to listen with more than our ears and see with more than our eyes; it is important to learn how to see and listen with the heart – to move from the surface into the depths of creation all around us and within us.  Did you ever hold a new born baby in your hands and look and listen carefully to that divine sprit coming alive? Were you transformed? Did you see the face of God – to hear the voice of God? Did you see the infant in your hands struggle to experience life? I wonder at times why we so easily fail to see the sacred in creation; not just in the creation of others, but within ourselves. Once upon a time, long – long ago, we were that infant, seen for the first time by our parents, grandparents, relatives and friends. We were seen as special; as sacred and holy – life coming to be.

It is necessary once in awhile to look around and see the world around us coming to be. Creation was not a one-time magic act with the wave of a magic wand. I began the struggle over 14 billion years ago and life came to be on our little planet – more than 3 billion years ago. In all of that time, creation was and is unfolding – moving towards what?

Existence is a mystery. We like to assume that we know all of the answers – and we create both the questions and the answers and presume that that’s all there is. We crave certitude. But, there is no certitude – only mystery – the mystery of the ongoing creation. But, if creation is holy and sacred – then we too; all of us are holy and sacred. We are part of that same creation coming to be. We are mystery filled with the Spirit of life, gifted as a unique part of the whole. We are called to believe that we are all children of the one creator and that he/she gives life in abundant diversity. Each blade of grass, each insect, bird, dog, cat, horse, and even skunks have an important gift for the common good. Each grain of sand, tree, and molecule of water is life coming to be. The commandment of treating one another the way that we want to be treated, speaks volumes. We are in fact connected – one to the other.

Then the questions arise: how do we treat one another? How do we treat our air, water, land, and all living things? Do we see the face of God in the sunshine and the moon glow? Do we understand that creation is constantly in the struggle, filled with both pain and joy, in the process of giving birth and then growing into adulthood. We are called to give up our childish ways of jealousy and selfishness and dependencies, and become co-dependents, responsible with one another to enable life to bloom. We are wonderously made; sacred and holy. Do we believe that? Do we believe that we are creation coming to be? Do we see the face of God; to feel the touch of God, who walks with us – incarnate in human flesh? Do we feel the breath of God in our struggles, our pain and in our love for life itself? When we begin to understand with our heart – then we can sing with real hope and love;

MORNING HAS BROKEN, LIKE THE FIRST COMING

BLACKBIRD HAS SPOKEN, LIKE THE FIRST BIRD

PRAISE FOR THE SINGING, PRAISE FOR THE MORNING

PRAISE TO THEM SPRINGING FRESH FROM THE WORD

 

 

 

 

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