Its 5:30 in the morning.
It’s still dark out, but they’re chattering like they’re in a crowded restaurant at noon.
I wake up to them.
It’s spring. It’s nearly dawn. And the birds are announcing the day.
“It’s here! It’s here!”
I don’t know how they know the sun is rising. It’s still dark. But as the black turns to steel gray which turns to soft pink, they continue their squawking with animated delight.
Half asleep, I put their conversation to words – each sentence punctuated with explanation points:
“The sun is coming!”
“I know! I wasn’t sure if it would, but it’s coming!”
“Aha! It’s turning gray! I knew it! I knew it!”
“The sun! The sun!”
“See? Its pink! It’s been dark for so long! Finally, the sun!”
“Wahoo! Yipppeeee!”
“Wait! Didn’t we do this yesterday?!”
Some mornings I grumble and pull the covers over my head. Other mornings I want to throw open the window and squirt them with my Double Barrel Super Soaker water gun.
“Move to Kansas!” I want to yell.
Not sure why.
But this morning, I just lay there and listened. I put words to their squawks and smiled.
Then my thoughts drifted to Easter, and the steely darkness of that early Sunday before the dawn. How quiet and sad and lonely those moments must have been before the birds began to sing.
Ah, but when they did… when the sky went from inky black to steel gray to pink… oh my, I bet you the birds went wild that morning.
“The Son is coming! The Son is coming!”
“It’s been dark for so long! And now the stone has been rolled away, I knew it! I knew it!
I wonder if all of creation celebrated that day, if the birds sang, the wind danced and the trees swayed in delight…
I like to think so.
For death could not hold him. Not our Savior. Not our Jesus.
Oh, what a day it must have been.
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Love this! Do you really blast your super soaker at 5 am:)
Totally! I keep it by my bed. 🙂
You are a gifted writer whose dawn is only beginning.
Press down. Dig deep. The cistern is full.
Observation cracks open the rivulet. Revelation let’s the River flow.
Blessings, JV
Thank you, Jason!
Reminds me of Sunrise service as a child at church.. We would enter the church.. all was dark outside and inside… As the service begins… the sun begins rise and shine through the side windows at the front of the church by the alter and casts its brilliant light onto the cross…. The thing that stands out more though were the shadows made by the pigeons that were also cast onto the cross from the pigeons fluttering on the window sills outside the church..
Thanks for stirring a forgotten memory Elsa!
I used to love those sunrise services outside the small UMC church of my childhood. Yes, good memories!
Elsa,
That was beautiful! I love your observations and the way you paint a vibrant picture with your words! Thanks for blessing my heart!
Terri
Bless you, Terri – thank you!
Awesome! I love you darling!
I love you too, my love! 🙂
Amen, GLORY HALLELUJAH!! What a wonder HE IS!!
I, too, can hear this when HE IS COMING again as it has been dark for so long and HIS return will bring about another “THE SON IS COMING!”
Thank you for the encouragement as it is called today!! 🙂