Will There Really Be A Morning?

Will There Really Be A Morning?
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Will there really be a morning?
by
Emily Dickinson
  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!

In my sermon on Sunday I mentioned this poem by Emily Dickinson set to music by Craig Hella Johnson (a link is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aa9Zx_3K0DA)

For me, the word which sticks out is “really”…. will there really be a morning?  Dare I hope? Dare I believe? Dare I trust in God’s promises?

This song which showed up on my Spotify playlist touched me where I was last week in the midst of the pandemic and in the midst of the rise of the delta variant. Will this ever be over? Will there really be a morning? Where does morning lie? Oh that some wise ones from afar would tell me!

The song became my prayer. It became my psalm as I played it over and over again.

Will there really be a morning?

Yes. As the psalmist says, “Weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.” (Psalm 30:5b). It’s been a long night…but rejoicing will come. Indeed it will.

In Christ,

Pastor Jen