The first rays of sunlight----

Shouldn’t there be a deafening, thunderous approach
        to this quite electric event?
At the very least, a spectacular combination
	of hums or buzzes or choruses…….

Who designed this ignominious opening
	to such an auspicious occasion?……
the breaking of a new day,
 a new dawn,	
 a new beginning?

A single robin breaks the eerie silence with its lovely song,
 and it occurs to me, that perhaps 
this lonely sentinel has been specifically chosen-
...a unique and special designation.......
    to announce the alpha and omega
 of yet another opportunity for love and growth.

Never
 will I underestimate the power of a single voice,
       a single song,
             a single soul,
……again.                                 




At 4:30 every morning
A pesky robin sings
He wakes me from my slumber
Before my alarm clock rings

I used to  mind his clamor
Until one day I looked --
And saw the power of his song…
The sun---he rose it up!

The more he sang, the more it rose
Until he got it going;
Then he took off, his job was done,
Until early the next morning.

So now, when I see the sun rise
I respect that robin’s song
For such a little bitty bird
God sure made him strong!
.
Of course, my mother’s not a robin
Although at dawn, she does embark;
And I do remember all the times
She made that sun jump-start…
.
…All the times she rearranged
The universal flow
So we could do learn the way of things
For strength, and love and growth.
 
I understand my mother more
And why she got up early
I’ve seen the power of her love, and,
I think she learned it from the birdie!

Or maybe he had watched her work
And learned the song from her…
So, the next time you hear that robin
Listen closely to his words..

You’ll hear him whistle peace and patience
You’ll notice trills of love,
Faint notes of understanding, 
And acceptance from above.

And in the far, far distance
If you listen very hard,
You’ll hear apprentice robins
Trying to learn those notes by heart.

I don’t know how they do it.
I think practice plays a part
And one’s on duty every day
To make sure it gets its start

I think I understand the plan..
Each mother’s heart and worth
Contributes daily to the dawn
Nurturing the earth. 

The warmth that keeps the plants alive-
The sun that fills the heavens-
Is really… mothers everywhere
Releasing love and wisdom.

I need to learn this wake-up skill,
And ponder what she’s taught me;
And maybe listen to that bird
A little bit more closely…….

                                                                                        --- Deb Walker