Ok, so I’m seriously dating myself here, but I’m reminded this week of an old hit single from the early ‘70’s that won the Best Song Oscar, later released by Maureen McGovern entitled The Morning After. It begins this way:
There’s got to be a morning after
If we can hold on through the night
We have a chance to find the sunshine
Let’s keep on looking for the light
Oh, can’t you see the morning after?
It’s waiting right outside the storm
Why don’t we cross the bridge together
And find a place that’s safe and warm?
It’s not too late, we should be giving
Only with love can we climb
It’s not too late, not while we’re living
Let’s put our hands out in time…
With Good Friday now behind us, the Easter impulse for hopeful renewal defines the moment. Resurrection is a bigger concept than springtime, but lesser analogies still bring welcome relief to the exhausting winter we’ve had, and any number of personal suffering dilemmas. The old cliché “hope springs eternal” is so hackneyed we lose sight of its astonishing trustworthiness.
That Easter returns each year reaffirms the truth that creation bends to the light of hope, and “darkness shall not overcome it.”
Hold fast to this truth as these next months unfold. Take heart.