Sunrise Song
Hey…psst…wake up! I know it's still dark but will you come with me? Come on…
We tiptoe quietly through the sleeping house and slip our feet into flip-flops, and go out the back door.
We are in our backyard. A flat, grassy expanse that looks as fine and welcoming as the finest Persian rugs. Surrounding our little home in the mountains is nothing but trees and creeks…blessed nature.
Holding your hand because we are friends, we stand in the middle of this beauty in our pajamas and flip-flops and look up at the sky.
The hyper, flashing Morse-code of the stars are the first to dim, so tired from their all night attempt at communicating their heavenly delights.
The vast skies fade from blackest night to deep indigo hues, finally washing out to the palest blue gray of watercolors.
Just as we begin to distinguish the shapes of trees, the glow, surprising in its slow suddenness, we feel a lightness warming our hearts as well, banishing all fear and welcoming the sweet anticipation of a new day.
Then we hear a far away, “tweet,tweedle,tweet!”
This must be Mother bird, for she is always first to rise and sing!
She isn't alone for long…soon her family and friends awaken to sing to the Maker of the Summer Sunrise.
And this is their Sunrise song:
“Awake my fellows! Arise my friends!
For the Creator brings us the sun rise again!
No need to worry, no need to care,
if we'll have shelter or what the flowers wear. He hears our prayers, our songs and our cries…for after darkest night we know the sun will rise!
So don't fret,no, don't worry about what we will eat…
Just be thankful for all with this song we sing…tweet, tweet, tweedle, tweedle,tweet, tweet, tweet!”
Copyright © Crystol Woods | Year Posted 2024
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