• morning has broken

    by  • April 13, 2010 • Uncategorized • 5 Comments

    I have to admit I didn’t know it was a hymn the first time I heard it.

    I was in tenth grade, living in Fort Worth, Texas during our year of leave from the mission field (as they used to say) and completely taken with American popular radio. It was the year of “American Pie” and “I’ll Take You There,” and “Morning Has Broken.” By the time I knew it was a hymn, it had also become the wake up music for any number of youth camps, beginning (for me, anyway) with First Baptist Richardson at Camp Ozark when Gene Wilkes and I would do a less than reverent, but nonetheless sacred version to call the young campers out into the day we had planned for them.

    Our version broke morning wide open, I must say.

    Last Sunday morning, the hymn broke in on me as I sat among our faithful to hear the first of the “Stories of Resurrection” we had been promised on the Sundays from Easter to Pentecost. We’re going off lectionary to look at particular stories both in scripture and in the world around us here in Durham. This week it was the Gospel According to Housing For New Hope, an amazing organization here that reaches out to homeless folks with tenacity and redemption. Three people told their stories and two others sang in between tales, ending with Terry, the founder and a church member and the best damn harmonica player I know, calling us all home with a medley of “Precious Lord” and “O When the Saints Go Marching In.”

    And just before they began telling their stories we sang,

    morning has broken like the first morning
    blackbird has spoken like the first bird
    praise for the singing praise for the morning
    praise for them springing fresh from the word

    It was also just after Suzanne, one of our church members who is a member of the Biblical Storytellers, delivered the story of Jesus and Peter at breakfast from memory and with meaning. The story is one of my favorites from the gospels. Peter, still despondent from his failure in the courtyard, had been fishing all night with his friends when Jesus called out to them from the shoreline. When Peter realized who was calling, he shucked whatever clothing he had and swam to shore, coming up in need of a robe and redemption, and probably in that order.

    With the scene in my head as we began singing, I jotted down,

    morning has broken
    broken open –
    like an egg
    or heart
    broken through
    like a prisoner
    or a prayer
    darkness falls
    but morning breaks
    Peter at breakfast
    broke like the morning
    “yes, Lord, you know
    I love you”
    every day we live
    is broken
    before it starts

    About the time I finished scribbling, we got to the third verse:

    mine is the sunlight mine is the morning
    born of the one light eden saw play
    praise with elation praise every morning
    God’s recreation of the new day

    When Cat Steven’s sings it, he pronounces the second word in the final line with a short e, the way we say the word when we mean something we do for fun rather than meaning to create over again. Though we usually sing the second meaning in church, it seems, I think Cat is on to something: God at play. At its very core, its very essence, creation is a reflection of God having fun.

    I am in the process of becoming a morning person again, now that I am back teaching. I haven’t stopped being a night owl, which is causing some issues when it comes to getting enough sleep, but I am seeing more of morning than I have in a long, long time. I walked out into a beautiful spring morning and couldn’t help but find the hymn again as I walked to my car. I’m not sure what clicked – maybe it’s the part about being on my way to teaching English – but I realized the song was not about morning being broken, but about morning having broken, as in having broken through.

    darkness falls
    but morning breaks through

    The day is not what is broken, but what does the breaking, scattering chards of darkness all over the place. Morning has broken like that first morning when God said, “Let there be light,” accompanied by a giant belly laugh with enough playful energy to burst that first dawn into existence. When it comes to playing, God means business. The juke box in my mind switched to Michael Been and The Call:

    here’s to the babies in a brand new world
    here’s to the beauty of the stars
    here’s to the travelers on the open road
    here’s to the dreamers in the bars

    here’s to the teachers in the crowded rooms
    here’s to the workers in the fields
    here’s to the preachers of the sacred words
    here’s to the drivers at the wheel

    here’s to you my little love
    with blessings from above
    now let the day begin

    There are days we break through or in or out, and then there are days we end up broken on the beach, like Peter, hoping for forgiveness and maybe some breakfast. Either way, most every day holds its share of broken places, as Leonard Cohen reminds us.

    ring the bells that still can ring
    forget your perfect offering
    there is a crack in everything
    that’s how the light gets in

    May it dawn on us that we belong to a God whose love and laughter are deep enough to fuel suns and forgive stumbling saints who wash up on the beach at breakfast, or stuck in traffic, or standing in line at Starbucks.

    Here’s to you, my little love, with blessings from above.

    Peace,
    Milton

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    5 Responses to morning has broken

    1. Pam
      April 13, 2010 at 4:15 am

      Wonderful words.

    2. Maureen
      April 13, 2010 at 1:18 pm

      Thank you.

    3. Joy
      April 13, 2010 at 1:36 pm

      Very nice … thanks …

      P.S. Same for me. Like the song first and then was sorta disappointed to learn it was a hymn.

    4. Lee Ann Sims Johnson
      April 13, 2010 at 5:55 pm

      Remembering the days of the “Sunshine Show” with you, Gene, Mark Groves & John Paul Miles. Thanks for your words – your gift of writing warms the soul!
      Lee Ann 🙂

    5. Anonymous
      April 18, 2010 at 10:08 pm

      shards and chards
      o so similar
      o so different

      thank you for your double shifts
      thank you for your trust
      thank you for seeing the future
      thank you I must

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