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Topic: Outbreak (04/07/11)
- TITLE: Daybreak Symphony
By Marlene Bonney
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Throughout the world it is the same—yet, different according to each unique setting—occurring daily to give us another priceless chance to listen. A rustle here, a whisper there and the piece begins, so subtly and smoothly and naturally that it is barely recognizable to the untrained ear. So busy, so wrapped up in schedules and work and play, we tune this symphony out, until it reaches such crescendos that it finally penetrates our consciousnesses, its intensity taking us by surprise because we did not recognize it in its infancy.
Wake up! Look! Listen! Appreciate! Because this awakening musical score comes once in twenty-four hours, this dawning display of God’s creation. Inhale deeply and experience His breathy puff of fresh morning air. Like the hungry baby birds, mouths wide open to accept nourishment, open your soul to His awesome presence and bask in the promise of replenishment.
Look! Listen! Appreciate! Hear the splendor of budded flowers opening, their velvety petals lifting to receive the rising sun’s gently, warm rays, adding their alto voices to the choir. Listen to nearby squirrels scampering up a tree trunk, members of the orchestra's percussion section. Heed the red-headed woodpecker adding his accompanying staccato to the mix.
Listen! Appreciate! Dew drops glisten as they slide down blades of green grass, pooling in rivulets on the ground as warmth penetrates their skin, much like drool running off a baby’s trembling chin. A hummingbird flaps, a grasshopper rubs its legs together and a mourning dove sounds off its plaintive lament.
Appreciate! See how many shades of black to grey to blue quietly change the sky, like theatre scenery backdrops lifting one by one, framing the timbres and cadences into an artist’s masterpiece. Rustling leaves sway to the music while the perfume of roused lilacs wafts through a caressing breeze.
Wake up! Look! Listen! Appreciate! The sun rises higher, splashing black shadows in dark mirrored relief against surfaces. A flock of honking geese sail across the blue horizon in perfect V-formation, a floating wishbone in the sky. A creek gurgles like your grandfather’s deep chuckle while ducks paddle downstream, heads diving up and down for breakfast like children bobbing for apples.
Look! Listen! Appreciate! Two colorful monarch butterflies flit from one foliage to another, modestly shutting their wings until the Maestro commands them to add their soprano voices to the middle melodic stanza. A tiny carefree sparrow cocks its head to question your attendance as it hops along the ground, a reminder of God’s promised care.
Listen! Appreciate! Cotton-candy clouds play a game of slow tag across the expansive horizon, appearing and disappearing, changing shapes like a theatre troupe’s wardrobe. A weeping willow sways, its droopy tentacles dragging across the dusty ground at its base like a housewife’s broom across a kitchen floor.
Appreciate! Splashes of color appear hither and yon, as if thrown from an artist’s brush on a three-dimensional canvas. A distant field of corn shimmers in wavy splendor, their tassels rustling uneven acoustics. A meadow filled with wildflowers flaunts their varied colors in abandoned disarray while a lone rosebush blossoms, its thorn-encrusted vines twisting every which-way throughout the musical score.
And you wonder how you could have become so blasé that you fail to hear this concert performed just for you every day as it bursts into crescendos of silence all around you. You realize that all you see and hear is a drop of color and sound in God’s universe, the open sky but a tiny parcel of His yard. Your senses have been stimulated to the depths of your soul and you are refreshed from this symphonic performance that has granted you a reprieve from the prison of the mundane for one short hour.
The overture’s rhythm is interrupted and then drowned out as mortals awaken and artificial noise fills the atmosphere. A honking horn, a cell-phone beep, a train whistle, trucks thumping along the road, a school bus rattling by. Children laughing, dogs yapping, bells ringing, traffic flowing and jamming, bosses demanding, schedules claiming, i-pods blaring, computers humming and keyboards clicking—and your attention is diverted and your senses assaulted with the sights and sounds of humanity moving forward.
And you join in the fray, refreshed by one hour basking in the wonder of God’s Symphony of Love.
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