The Breeze at Dawn

2003 Yearbook AdOur son Jack started reading Rumi’s poetry in high school, so Tim and I placed this “ad” in his graduation yearbook back in 2003. That’s Jack sitting on a blanket holding an orange and looking, I think, very Churchillian.  (He was probably 6 months old and the flower hedge was in fact about 8″ high.)  Clearly a deep thinker, he was either contemplating Rumi-esque ideas or wondering how to fit the orange in his mouth.

In 2007, Rumi was named the most popular poet in America.  He was born in 1207 in Afghanistan and in the intervening 800 years was consistently among the best loved Persian poets.  More recent translations into English that captured the essence of his poetry, where literal translations had failed, brought his popularity stateside.

I love the beginning of this poem:

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you;
Don’t go back to sleep.

Perhaps it’s the shape and texture, color, taste and smell of an orange that the breeze shares with the wakeful child.  Or perhaps it’s the the essence of the orange: its gift-ness — all that goodness (still to be discovered!) plucked for him from the backyard’s dwarf orange tree.

I’ve found that dawn after dawn that breeze gently blows gifts of comfort, strength, peace and joy for each of us to grasp as tangibly as that orange.  And to share with one another as easily as we do an orange, when — awake — we realize that there’s more comfort, strength, peace and joy on each dawn’s breeze.  It’s the nature of the the day.*  And the nature of the child — dawn after dawn.

*”Day.  The irradiance of Life; light, the spiritual idea of Truth and Love… The objects of time and sense disappear in the illumination of spiritual understanding, and Mind measures time according to the good that is unfolded.  This unfolding is God’s day, and “there shall be no night there.”  Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, page 584.

Hurricane Irene was making its way up the East Coast as I wrote this blog about dawn’s breezes.  The prophet Elijah saw that the Lord, God, divine Love and Life, is not in the wind that wailed into the mountain and broke the rock in pieces.  God, Spirit, Soul, was in the quiet calm that was there all along and that Elijah could hear after the raging.  I loved the insights along these lines in a religious article in The Christian Science Monitor back in 2008, after Hurricane Gustav roared through.   Here’s the link:

http://www.csmonitor.com/The-Culture/Articles-on-Christian-Science/2008/0902/p19s01-hfcs.html

In “Victory,” poet Rosemary Cobham writes about blackbirds singing even on the battlefield. “They wait not on the dawn, They sing it on.”  Rumi’s “The Breeze at Dawn” may well have been sung and not simply recited. Music and dance played an important part in his Muslim ministry.  I think even in the darkest of circumstances, there’s a song of victory on that breeze at dawn.  Let’s not go back to sleep. Let’s sing it on.

Victory

Not only in the peaceful countryside
Do blackbirds sing.
In city’s trafficking
You’ll hear them
Through the traffic’s din.
They will, I’m told,
Sing even on a battlefield.

Brave and grateful hearts
Make no conditions.
You will hear their song
Pealing spontaneously long
Before healing is apparent.
Their joy inherent,
They wait not on the dawn,
They sing it on.

This they know
God made man perfect, and maintains him so.
And so they sing.
To songs of gratitude illusions yield;
Gone is the battlefield.

(1971 Christian Science Sentinel, vol. 73, p. 456)

 

2 thoughts on “The Breeze at Dawn

  1. Hi Mary, thanks for sharing your thoughts. It’s good to know victory is already established in the Mind of our Father-Mother God, the source of our fellowship and identity.

  2. Thanks Mary;) for pausing and connecting with all who love gazing at the Infinite and “The dawn of all things real” * breaking o’er us!!!
    Look forward to more – Big Thanks and Love for your ministry;))) xxooo Suzette

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