Morning has come. The air is cold but still. No wind blows and the branches of the trees do not stir. They stand entranced in this quiet, peaceful moment. Through the branches, the crescent moon is visible still, pale and white against the sky’s early blue. Were it but a few weeks later the moon would not be seen through the leaves that are as yet unborn.
Bird songs ring out, first this one then that, the morning calls adding a note of joyful hope to the quiet dawn. The birds are not visible, but their notes announce their presence somewhere in the tops of the trees.
On their northeast side, the blackness of the trees' silhouette is gently bathed in soft, yellow light as the sun slowly peeks above the horizon.
Oh that the entire world could be at peace this way, and experience this one quiet moment, with no guns, no bombs, no warplanes, no tsunamis, and no leaking atomic reactors! Oh that my own mind could be so gently, peacefully and thoroughly at rest!
If you have three minutes, you might want to spend it with this version of Cat Stevens Yusuf Islam's Morning has broken. You might also enjoy this one this one.
Have Peace today.
Posted by Carman
Monday, March 28, 2011
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Beautiful! I could visualize that peaceful scene and feel the tranquility. What a great way to start the day...thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteCarman, as you know I lived in Malaysia for two years and one of the things I remember were the Muslim calls to prayer. So precise, so predictable, and always they reminded me of praying and thanking God. There was no where in the entire country where you could not hear the calls to prayer. We might all be better off if we were reminded 5 times a day to thank God for all his grace and goodness.
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