An early start recently reminded me of this.
I’ve always loved that old saying, apparently a Scandinavian
proverb –
Faith is a bird that, feeling the dawn coming, sings while
it is yet dark.
It says a lot about faith. And birds.
It reminds me of an overnight I spent in the house of friends
who were away. My friends lived near a rainforest, very beautiful and lush
green in the daylight.
I woke at about 4 am. It was still pitch dark. I crept down
to the kitchen to get a glass of water, then back to my room and settled back
into bed in the cool darkness, intending to go back to sleep.
Suddenly a tentative twitter, then a louder chirp, filled
the silence. The birds were waking! It must be nearly dawn, although there was
no light visible. This was too good to miss! I went back to the kitchen, made a
cup of tea and began my morning time with God, while listening to one bird
after another waking and calling to its mates.
Chirps, whistles, a burst of melodic song, even a call like
a cat’s meow, filled the pre-dawn world. Gradually the darkness melted to grey
and the shape of the forest towered above me, still black and filled with bird
songs. Early light crept around the tree tops and watery sunlight slanted
across the lawn.
The birds chorused
joyfully. It was a new day, alight with sunshine and birdsong!