She strokes the ivory keys, and weaves the song, and the melody drifts to her mama’s ears.
Dawn comes this day with an 80-year-old song finding life in the fingers of an 8-year-old girl.
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word
I join her on the piano bench and ask, Can I play, too? The composer has written this hymn as a duet, so I settle into the 3/4 time signature. We waltz on the keys.
But I’m clumsy with the steps, and I forget the B-flat, but Lydia’s hands keep dancing. It’s her recital piece, so she’s practiced this one over and over again.
We laugh as the 38-year-old mama bungles half the notes, while the 8-year-old plays impeccably.
And so this is life: Together, we uncover the Music of Days side by side. We waltz to time-worn tunes, next to those we love, and even when we play out-of-tune, the Composer teaches us to extend grace and forgiveness — and even to laugh.
Mom, it’s OK if it’s not perfect, the child says to the parent.
And the wee one offers a reminder to forgive the one who seems hardest to forgive: one’s self.
On this day, dear friend, may you unwrap the music and find praise in the “one Light that Eden saw play.” May you share your song with someone you love, and find the grace of forgiveness close at hand.
“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.”
— From Morning Has Broken
PHOTOS: Lydia at the keys; morning breaking here.
MUSIC TODAY: Morning Has Broken, by Cat Stevens.