Will there really be a “Morning”?
Is there such a thing as “Day”?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?
Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called “Morning” lies!
As I was leaving the gym this morning I walked out the front doors to face a sunrise full of colors. All the red, orange, pink, yellow, and blues rising with the morning. I was reminded of the poem above. This Emily Dickinson poem has always resonated with me whenever I’m feeling stuck, stagnant, or simply lost on my footing; when I have that feeling of not knowing what comes next, what I should be doing. or where I should be going.
It’s the last line of this poem that strikes me the most. “Where that place called ‘Morning’ lies!” That place. Suddenly morning isn’t just the start of a new day where a significant event may or may not happen, but a continuation of the days we’ve already had. Morning is a significant event and it’s from this significant event that so many things can be learned if we can change our perception of what morning is. By deeming morning to be a “place” it is elevated to a more conscious state. Every person can share experiences and endless possibilities, or create his or her own just from a recognition of the importance of the morning and its extension into the day.
But this isn’t a book report, so I’ll get to the point:
Perhaps instead of anticipating the advent of a new “morning” or a “new day” to usher us into the new era we are all waiting for, we look at our story as a continuation of the one we’ve been telling for the past 110 years. And in our story, the characters grow and the community around us changes. It’s that growth and change that makes it so exciting. The ending of Tolkien’s The Return of the King would be significantly less exciting if Frodo and Sam didn’t have three books of journeying behind them. They went through a lot. They are not the same characters they were in The Fellowship of the Ring. Nor are we the same as we were ten, twenty, thirty, fifty, one hundred-ten years ago. Morning after morning Frodo and Sam continued their journey. They picked up and carried forward.
There really will be a morning. There will be thousands of them. And each day is a continuation of our story, not a new start. And that place we’re headed, that future, we are all headed there together. Morning after morning we wake from the same dream we have for our beloved church, and no one is giving up on that dream. So, we pick up where we left off from the previous day, and we move forward. Together.
Minister of Music & Outreach