I took a creative writing course in college. I didn't do so well in it. In fact, it took me many years to attempt writing again because I felt I had nothing of value to say. My professor obviously agreed with me...with one exception....
One voice wakes the sun....
The assignment was to
write a poem. Now I have never considered myself a poet, but in this case
I guess you could say I was inspired. I had stayed up all night with a
friend and we decided to watch the sunrise. It was so quiet in the
early morning hours; not a sound anywhere. Then, as if on cue, "one voice woke the sun." That single note gave my poem an opening line. As
the sun rose on the horizon, the voice of that lone bird was joined by
more and more until a whole chorus cheered the awakening of the earth.
I got an "A" on that poem. I wish I had kept it or could at least remember some of the rest of it.
On these early spring mornings I am reminded again that "one voice wakes the sun." One voice wakes me, too! It doesn't take long for the cacophony to start and I love trying to single out and identify the various voices that I hear. Our backyard is a symphony of sounds.
It's ironic that as a child one of my nicknames was "Screamie." (Thanks, Martha.) It seems I have spent most of my life trying to find my own voice, trying to find a way to express who I really am. Now I know the Truth of that poem. One's "voice" and "awakening" are deeply connected. When a human being finds his or her own voice, there is a ripple effect. Others are drawn to the beauty of the sound and find their voices as well. The resultant chorus could awaken the whole earth.
