Christmas Day is only a few days away, and my mind is very focused on holiday concerns, but there is something that keeps returning to me so perhaps I need to write about it. I found a statement about a month ago attributed to Tagore Rabindranath which said, “Faith is the bird who feels the dawn and sings when the world is dark and still.”
Why does this grab me and not want to let me go? I have faith. I am able to believe in things I can’t actually see with my own eyes. Perhaps I want the kind of faith that bird has — the sense (intuition, intelligence, extrasensory perception), to not be afraid because I know there is certainty, absolute certainly, somewhere in this world.
I tell others that I truly believe that, while on the surface of life things are often troublesome, upsetting, sometimes actually evil, underneath it all there is a power in the universe where all is always well. I do believe that, I think. And yet —- I do not have the faith that bird has when it sings to the dawn that has not yet come. That bird trusts. It knows, it truly and certainly knows, that the dawn will come, so it sings. That dawn may break on clouds, or storms, or gentle rains, or glorious sunshine — it doesn’t matter to the bird. It sings anyway. I want to be able to do that.
Does this connect to Christmas? Who knows! I have spent years trying to figure out why my mind works the way it does to no avail. It is what it is, and it does what it does, and my life percolates along so much better when I simply accept that whatever the current reality is, it is the best reality for me at the time. Christmas is always a mixed blessing. I will see some loved ones and will not get to see others. I will be happy, but also unhappy. Life will go on, until it doesn’t.
I have always wanted miracles. Possibly the great miracles are in those things that just happen every day. The sun rises and sets (whether we get to see it or not). The dawn comes, and that bird will sing before the dawn even gets here. It knows the dawn will break so it sings. It is programmed to sing. As a human being, I do not have that same programming, so I question things. I think about them. Still, I muddle through, and I hope that one day I will finally realize that my muddling is
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