This morning, I had front row seats to God’s Symphony. It was a symphony of sight and sound that was being performed for just me.
The curtain rose slowly to reveal the splendor of the orchestral cacophony. The movement began with a cardinal who sat perched at the tip of our red maple tree. This brilliant, red bird began with a series of trills shortly accompanied by a ray of gentle sun that turned up the bird’s volume ever so slightly. Off in the distance, the pounding rhythm of the downy wood-pecker enmeshed with the beat of my heart – both in unison – both bringing life to life. A red-winged black bird offered a staccato that served as an unexpected interruption to the building of the plot of the day. Into the harmony, chirped the little golden finches. Meanwhile, the backdrop shifted colour from dawn pink to warm orange. The sun, in its full glory, entered slowly onto the scene. The music began to grow and crescendo as the day grew further along its score. A trebled chick-a-dee stole the score for a second or two. It was, however, to last only long enough until the cardinal hammered out its ever-so-familiar chorus. There is was – the dawn – in full unison.
I turned to face the orchestra and decided to linger where I was to enjoy the show for just a few more minutes. I listened to the blood rush in my ears once again. I was alive. The world was waking up and so was I. “Wake up, Stacey!” the birds called to me. “Wake up, Stacey!” the sun’s rays reached out to shake me. “Wake up, Stacey! You will miss the show!”
Once again, I lifted my eyelids to the splendor of the morning. “Thank-you for this day!” I repeated my mantra out loud. I felt privileged to be here – in this sacred moment – the dawn. I needed to wake up, to get up, to be alert. After-all, I had been invited, as a special guest, to God’s Symphony – the music of my day.