What song would emerge from us if we saw ourselves as birds, drawn to respond to the emergence of a new day, drawn to recognize increasing light when it occurred so that we could not help but open our throats to sing in praise?
The sounds of Creation flood through the morning air, celebrating the daily renewal of life connected with light. The light dawns, and the throats of hundreds of birds open up in joy, acknowledging their participation in the new dawn and in the gracious gift of life. Their response is automatic, embedded in the reflexive nature of the physical mechanism that operates within a bird, allowing the vocal chords to respond instinctively to the increasing light.
With human beings it is otherwise. We have a choice to sing or not to sing. We have a choice to celebrate or not to celebrate. We even have a choice as to whether we take life for granted, including its many small daily gifts of place and circumstance, or whether we see it, too, as part of a process of daily renewal, brought about by the graciousness of spiritual light.
What song would emerge from us if we saw ourselves as birds, drawn to respond to the emergence of a new day, drawn to recognize increasing light when it occurred so that we could not help but open our throats to sing in praise of what is pure gift. We cannot, for the most part, think like this yet, for our minds obscure the spiritual truths that are part of our deeper nature, and these minds tell us that on any given day there are many things to pay attention to, and that when we have time, sometime later on, we will appreciate the sheer grace of the day’s dawning.
We, as human beings, are given the choice to open our throats or to keep them closed, to use our voices in celebration of life, or to ignore the fact that something of great importance and mystery is happening.
For this reason, the gift of perpetual renewal of life is one that goes unnoticed by many. And the ways in which life unfolds are not automatically perceived as benevolent or positive, nor are they reflexly perceived as a blessing. In order to make this shift, it would require of us a descent into the deeper part of ourselves, the soul-part that embraces both life and death and sees beyond the immediate concerns of the moment. From that part, we could determine what was really important and unimportant in life, and see, in the presence of our life and of our death, what we might deem valuable.
For we, as human beings, are given the choice to open our throats or to keep them closed, to use our voices in celebration of life, or to ignore the fact that something of great importance and mystery is happening. In the end, as spirit evolves within each human breast and as the deeper truths of self become recalled once again, it will once again be understood that as part of the Oneness of life, we are here to celebrate the light of God which dawns each day, just as the birds do.
And we are here to acknowledge from within our humanity, the sacredness of the daily events of our life, including those that appear to be ordinary. Eventually, we will do this not because we must remember to not take things for granted, but because it is our nature to do so. It is our nature to remember to open our throats and sing.