The Sounds Before Sunrise #2/30 - 2021
and the vigor of overnight sets in
the patterns of nature
lift their veil
revealing themselves to the early riser
and the night owl
It is the first day of the week
Songbirds do not sing in darkness
but in the twilight before morning
as the stars fade and the space between them
warms from deepest void to faintest glow
their songs begin
a few, at first - then a cluster, a chatter
and soon a twittering cacophony
ricochets from the invisible space between branches
the sound of earth coming alive again
on a new day
The stone is rolled away from the tomb
And I wonder what the birds sounded like
to them, in the pre-dawn hours
as they made their way to a tomb
they would only find empty
Whether the trills themselves proclaimed
He had risen
or were they stopped and silent
as even the creatures of the air
fell still in reverent moments
There was no body to be found
Did a breeze blow
Was the grass wet with dew
When they saw the stone moved
and the tomb open
was it bright enough to see inside
Did they step in knowing or unaware
Could they understand
in that moment
Did they believe their eyes
What kind of wonder was on their faces
as they bowed them to the earth
On the morning He arose
was there a trumpet blast
Did the earth shake
a grinding roll of boulder
against the hillside
The flash of lightning announcing
triumph over a grave
Or
With the veil already torn
and the crowds departed
was this a quiet awakening
slow and un-noticed by passers-by
And suddenly, radiant men on the hillside
told them, “Remember” and they did
As the sun rose
did the first birds of morning
burst forth from distant branches
proclaiming the resurrection
or merely stirring
unaware
seeing only the hillside
and the horizon’s pale glow
calling to one another
God’s promise
that any moment now
that the sun would be coming back
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