The sun is love. The lover, a speck circling the sun.
A spring wind moves to dance any branch that isn’t dead.
— Rumi, The Essential Rumi, Coleman Barks, tr.
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WELCOME, SPRING. You are a reminder of order containing chaos. Structure allowing disorganization. Repose hosting revolution. You are God’s design, like the Word, found within the laws of nature — which are no less God’s resolute law.
Yet within that law, somehow circles the profligate, enlivening Spirit, like grace. Overflowing its banks, breaking the rules, moving over the land. Renewing the land. Creating the land.
SOMEWHERE out there,
even now, a shoot is breaking
the surface, in its reach
for the sun. A shoot
from a bulb someone
cast away. Forgot about.
But God didn’t.
This morning, the birdsong is clearer. Nearer. Newer. This earth we inhabit is a “solar powered jukebox” (as acoustic ecologist, Gordon Hempton says) and with its shift into spring today, many birds will arrive following the sun’s path. Still others who never left, will find their more melodic songs. Recovering what they seem to have forgotten. But God didn’t.
Giving life to all life,
Moving all creatures,
Root of all things,
Washing them clean,
Wiping out their mistakes,
Healing their wounds,
You are our true life,
Awakening the heart from its ancient sleep.
Hildegard of Bingen (1098 – 1179)