Formation Fridays: Awakening to Creation’s Song

These are the days when I begin to look up. Hearing a familiar song draws my attention outward and upward as I hear the robin heralding the coming of spring, singing creation’s awakening song. My eyes survey the barren branches to find him or her and my spirit begins to lift and awaken from the dark and cold night of winter. In my searching gaze, I am reminded of the words of Mary Oliver’s “Such Singing in the Wild Branches”:

It was spring

and I finally heard him

among the first leaves––

then I saw him clutching the limb

 

in an island of shade

with his red-brown feathers

all trim and neat for the new year.

First, I stood still

 

and thought of nothing.

Then I began to listen.

Then I was filled with gladness––

and that's when it happened,

 

when I seemed to float,

to be, myself, a wing or a tree––

and I began to understand

what the bird was saying,

 

and the sands in the glass

stopped

for a pure white moment

while gravity sprinkled upward

 

like rain, rising,

and in fact

it became difficult to tell just what it was that was singing––

it was the thrush for sure, but it seemed

 

not a single thrush, but himself, and all his brothers,

and also the trees around them,

as well as the gliding, long-tailed clouds

in the perfect blue sky–––all of them

 

were singing.

And, of course, so it seemed,

so was I.

Such soft and solemn and perfect music doesn't last

 

For more than a few moments.

It's one of those magical places wise people

like to talk about.

One of the things they say about it, that is true,

 

is that, once you've been there,

you're there forever.

Listen, everyone has a chance.

Is it spring, is it morning?

 

Are there trees near you,

and does your own soul need comforting?

Quick, then––open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song

may already be drifting away.

———

I am grateful for spring, for the songs of our feathered friends, for the crisp morning air giving way to moments of warmth at midday. Creation centers me right in the middle of the Creator’s loving and tender embrace. Much needed after a cold and barren season.

I encourage you to take a few moments to pause and notice the sounds and sights of creation’s awakening song as we transition into spring in the Northern Hemisphere this next week, March 20. What does it speak to you? What does your soul need to hear, see, or feel? 

Quick! Open the door!

With joy and gladness,

Pastor Becky

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