It was mid-March and a short break in winter's slow march to spring time connections when I woke early and took a morning walk. It began with the quiet rhythm of the soft cry of a Mourning Dove. As I listened to the gentle song and my mind went back to Northern Wisconsin when we took family vacations in the north woods. Before the sun lifted the misty fog from warm lake in July, I'd wait for my father at the fishing pier and listened to the Mourning Doves calling out my name. That's where I seemed to have disappeared for a time early this morning as the frigid grasp of winter breaks with the rising of the sun.
As the Mourning Dove sang its lonely song, I heard the rustling of wings grow louder and louder as thousands of fluttering wings from a brood of starlings passed through at the beginning of this new day. There wings were like the crescendo of a thousand drums. As their wings rustle through the morning breeze, the sound of their traveling wings add to the morning song of the quiet, mournful song of a solitary dove perched in the trees above.
As daylight breaks the darkening horizon, the staccato barking of a fox joins the morning song. As I stood amid nature's amphitheater and listened to the chorus, God's hand of grace opened my my tired eyes and gave life to a heart still waiting for the warming sun. As the chorus continued their morning song, I was in box seats of a magnificent orchestra that opened my heart to a new day.
The concert continues, each voice adding to the new day with this new song.The steady quiet rhythm of the song of the Mourning Dove, the dramatic movement of starling wings adds to the morning song. The staccato bark becomes the counter-rhythm of a, barking fox and a robin's descant adds color and beauty to this composition, welcoming the morning with God's heavenly chorus.
Prayer:
God, help me to hear the sounds of a thousand wings today and may I hear the music of the morning. May the song I write be a praise gift to you and may our music be filled with descants, counter rhythms and a welcome response to your glory. Amen.
As the Mourning Dove sang its lonely song, I heard the rustling of wings grow louder and louder as thousands of fluttering wings from a brood of starlings passed through at the beginning of this new day. There wings were like the crescendo of a thousand drums. As their wings rustle through the morning breeze, the sound of their traveling wings add to the morning song of the quiet, mournful song of a solitary dove perched in the trees above.
As daylight breaks the darkening horizon, the staccato barking of a fox joins the morning song. As I stood amid nature's amphitheater and listened to the chorus, God's hand of grace opened my my tired eyes and gave life to a heart still waiting for the warming sun. As the chorus continued their morning song, I was in box seats of a magnificent orchestra that opened my heart to a new day.
The concert continues, each voice adding to the new day with this new song.The steady quiet rhythm of the song of the Mourning Dove, the dramatic movement of starling wings adds to the morning song. The staccato bark becomes the counter-rhythm of a, barking fox and a robin's descant adds color and beauty to this composition, welcoming the morning with God's heavenly chorus.
Prayer:
God, help me to hear the sounds of a thousand wings today and may I hear the music of the morning. May the song I write be a praise gift to you and may our music be filled with descants, counter rhythms and a welcome response to your glory. Amen.
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