This Sacred Morning

"I'll tell you how the sun rose a ribbon at a time."
- Emily Dickinson

Sunrise Over the Fields, Ergany - Camille Pissarro, 1891
Drawing-Pastel, Private Collection

Well, as far as I can tell, no one was "raptured" yesterday evening. The seismographs were silent, and the 'end of days' was a bust for a few members of "Family Radio." 


I feel a little sorry for Harold Camping today. It's a glorious morning here in Weldon Spring, but I don't think that Mr. Camping, wherever he is (decidedly on Earth, though), is enjoying the glory of it. 


Predictions regarding the End of Days/End Times/Judgement Day/Rapture have been bandied about since the dawn of time. Mr. Camping was certainly not the first to elevate himself to the position of God's Messenger only to be embarrassed and demoted to Discredited Kook, and he certainly won't be the last. Tsk.


When will people learn?  


As for myself, I'm very glad to be here today. The morning is breaking as I write this, and the lavender ribbons in the sky predict a beautiful day. Be happy, Mr. Camping. We all make mistakes. This is a new day for you, too. The sun is up, it's a sacred day, and you are loved.  


Let us rejoice and be glad in it! 


Sir Edward Elgar must have been a very earnest man. His music is some of the most somber and heavy music ever written. Interestingly, he was capable of great lyricism, too.


I think one of the finest pieces ever written in tribute to morning is  his work, "Chanson de Matin" or Opus 15, No. 2,written in 1899.


This is performed by the Orchestra Da Camera, U.K., and is set to photos and paintings from the Victorian Era. Hmmm...that was right around the time that a certain William Miller was predicting the 'End Times"... enjoy!