Tuesday, April 14, 2020

To Everything There is a Season

There is so much peace at waking early in the morning – before the birds, before the morning rush begins. The morning rush, these days, is so much quieter than a month ago. Yesterday Hillsborough County ordered a stay-at-home order with a 9:00 pm – 5:00 am curfew. Essential employees can go out – medical teams, grocery stores, and so on. For today, I am essential, as I prepare to go to school, once again, to distribute laptops to students who still might like them and would like to learn at home. I will leave here in about 30 minutes, and I’ll think more on the pandemic later. For now, I just want to take some moments and savor the quiet.

It is warm already; 74 when I woke at 3:30. It’s quiet outside, calm. Traffic on the distant interstate is a low rush of sound. The birds are not yet awake, although they will be soon. The sky to the east is still dark, no hint of morning. It’s always darkest before dawn – I am a librarian, and research is a true passion of mine. It’s a truism that continues, even now. It is a phrase attributed to and English Theologian, back in the mid 17th century. I take the actual meaning to be one of genuine hope; despite the dark of the night, the morning and sunlight is not far away, regardless the darkness of those last moments of true night. Are we living in the darkness before dawn? As an optimistic with realistic tendencies, I have to hope and believe this is true. There is so much strife in our world on all sides; so many conspiracies about our global situation. He said, she said, they did – did you hear? I just have to believe that these are the dark moments before the sun shines again and we settle in to our new normal, whatever that may be. Everything passes; we all know the song by Pete Seger, sung by the (Limelighters, first) Byrds in the 60s - Turn, Turn, Turn. “To everything, turn, turn, turn, there is a season turn, turn, turn. and a time to every purpose under heaven”. It’s the basic theory, first explored in the Bible and Ecclesiastes; everything has a season, and this, too, shall pass.

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