Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Morning Has Broken


Many mornings I start the day with a walk.

This morning was no exception--except for the major exception that I am in Eureka Springs, and my walk took me from the top of an Ozark "mountain" down a long dirt-gravel road into a valley. I was the only person I could see the whole time I was out, except for the man on his porch that I saw on my way back up out at the top of the road.

So for an hour or more I walked around and saw no one else, heard no one else. Only birds, the scampering of a squirrel now and then, the insect sounds. Oh, even a crow cawing at one point. "Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird....."

How to describe the light coming through the air as it was when I took this photo? I felt like Saul on the road to Damascus, or perhaps a character in a Lord of the Rings novel. The light was alive. The morning was alive. I was alive.

Reminds me of a Hopkins poem, one of his better known. One I resonate with so much, because I live in a city and am often reminded of how "all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil...." It is beautiful to be in a place where you can forget that for a while.

And morning is always a reminder that God is at work, sustaining what is, and also making things new.

Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs--
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
     World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

 --Hopkins, "God's Grandeur"
   

4 comments:

Jeff Marx said...

you have a gift for expression.... I need some of those mornings and the resonance of such insight in my own soul.

Brent said...

You have my permission (not that you need it) to quote Hopkins as often as you wish!

bumgardner2013 said...
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bumgardner2013 said...

I have been so impressed with your posts. Your photo and language are beautiful. I discovered your blog a few months ago quite by accident. Perhaps you remember our paths crossing several years ago....Pula? I had to smile when I saw your Dostoevsky quote. It is the same line which provided the inspiration formy recent blog lovingeveryleaf.wordpress.com

Blessings to you,
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