Morning in a New Land by Mary Oliver came to me this morning through the World Community for Christian Meditation. While she writes of Adam, we could easily insert the name Jesus, or Christ, or the names of those who have passed, or those just being born. Yes, even our own.
Today is Holy Saturday. Easter season is close at hand. Let us rise early and sing.
In trees still dripping night some nameless birds
Woke, shook out their arrowy wings, and sang,
Slowly, like finches sifting through a dream.
The pink sun fell, like glass, into the fields.
Two chestnuts, and a dapple gray,
Their shoulders wet with light, their dark hair streaming,
Climbed the hill. The last mist fell away,
And under the trees, beyond time’s brittle drift,
I stood like Adam in his lonely garden
On that first morning, shaken out of sleep,
Rubbing his eyes, listening, parting the leaves,
Like tissue on some vast, incredible gift.