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Let the birds sing

24 Wednesday Mar 2021

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Let the birds sing
in early morning light

Let breezes sweetly whisper
through the trees at midday

Let clouds drift lazily
across a buoyant spring sky

Let the sun’s brilliance
gild rugged hillsides nearby

And let it all remind me
that this day is holy

Let friends call
and listen tenderly to my pain

Let strangers offer
a kind word or gesture

Let hours pass
and leave no trace of regret

Let this day unfold
with a gentleness born of grace

And let it all remind me
that this day is holy

There is no denying
this world looks different to me now
my future blurred by uncertainty
love’s healing work barely begun
and the cruel finality of death
no longer merely an idea

But let the birds sing in the morning
let friends be present by my side
let moments of contentment quietly come
let memories wash over me like a balm
let joy one day follow these days of mourning
let healing imperceptibly take root and grow

And let it all remind me
if I have the courage to see it
that this day indeed is holy

~ Mark Lloyd Richardson

Morning Light

08 Sunday Apr 2012

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Some days when I awaken the sun does not greet me,
Its light hidden behind clouds of doubt and confusion,
Its warming rays unable to reach me.
The sky barely visible through the fog,
I worry what my life and my children’s lives may be
As fear mounts its wild horse and rides the earth.

Yet with eyes watching God I receive the day,
I look out of grace’s window upon the wide world.
Then the rock calmly emerges from the bay fog
In resolute testimony to creation’s permanence,
While Hollister peak reaches heavenward
Among a chorus of hills declaring their Maker’s praise.

I take my place among the wild things,
Blue herons standing stubbornly against the wind,
Playful otters cherishing their watery games,
Fox and deer, hawks and falcons, shark and egret,
And in every wild step I find peace, I walk
In morning light and rest in the grace of God’s world.

Words (c) 2012 Mark Lloyd Richardson
Photos (c) 2012 Dallis Day Richardson

P.S. This poem was originally written for Easter in 2004, and read at the small community sunrise service that met at Sweet Springs Nature Preserve in Los Osos, California. We met in the pre-dawn dark of Morro Bay and listened to the varied sounds of nature and felt the crisp early morning air draped in light fog as we sang and prayed and heard the Easter story of resurrection life!