Just to be clear, I don’t always wake up singing hymns.
This one left me thinking of Jud and reflecting.
“Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly, I’m gonna love one man till I die” from Showboat.
Well, it’s not the exact lyrics but it’s what I woke up singing.
As many of you know, I live in Gloucester, America’s oldest seaport and home to many fishing folk.
I don’t know a lot about the fishing industry but I do know one thing.
Fish gotta swim.
As some of you’ve heard, Dolphins have recently been sighted swimming in the bays in Venice, Italy.
And patches of blue sky reveal birds and more in parts of China.
Birds gotta fly.
The domino effect from this global pandemic continues to force us to reassess what and who we value. Mankind isn’t who Jerome Kern had in mind when he penned those lyrics. But we’re learning we need each other and something in us dies without human connections.
And I believe, we need to connect with God.
A Tale of Two Cities, written by Dickens in 1859 during a dark time in history, still speaks,
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
It was the epoch of belief,
It was the epoch of incredulity,
It was the season of Light
It was the season of Darkness,
It was the spring of hope,
It was the winter of despair.
We had everything before us…”
Wars alter “everything before us” for good or ill.
If we endure and make sacrifices now, both nature and we will breathe easier.
Hopefully, one day we’ll share how the worst of times brought out the best in us and for each other.
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