Undulation

Rhythms.

Ebb and flow.

To and fro.

What goes up, must come down.

Ripples.

Crashing waves.

Ticking clock.

Spring's awakening following winter's rest.

The very first sunrise was followed by a sunset.

God's heartbeat wrought in all His creation.

Rain follows sunshine.

Calm follows storms.

Let it be.

Embrace the sameness of the ups and downs.

The comings and goings.

The times we've gone through and the times to come.

Let your mind trace the joys and the sorrows of the ages.

And remember the Constant.

Underneath all the turbulence of life's undulation.

There are two Almighty Everlasting Arms.

Unwavering.

And this hymn:

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 world.

Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven;

Like the first dewfall on the first grass.

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,

Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.

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.

-Eleanor Farjeon

This song is sung to a beautiful Gaelic tune and it speaks to me.