We were visiting friends in Tucson, escaping the freezing temperatures for a brief respite to the warmth of the sun and the warmth of a welcome. After a restful day exploring the wonder of the desert, we gathered together for evening prayer before turning in. A particular phrase of one of my friend’s prayer caught my heart and my imagination. “Father, sing your lullaby of delight over us”.
I used to make up songs for my children, singing lullabies softly to coax my young sons to sleep. Never remembering the correct words, I would make them up as I went along inserting their names often. I loved it. Turns out, they loved it too.
As I laid me down to sleep that night in Tucson, I asked God what his lullaby of delight over me sounded like.
My mind immediately flashed to holy moments from earlier in the day - sitting alone in the shade listening to the wind blow through the leaves of the eucalyptus trees towering above me, the sound like water, like the movement of life. I remembered the sound of the red tail hawks crying and calling to each other as they circled above their nearby nest. The song of quails and mourning doves and birds I didn’t recognize added their melodies – a living spontaneous symphony. Then all was quiet again save for the movement of leaves as another gentle rolling breeze sung its way through the magnificent swaying trees. Beautiful.
A holy song. A lullaby of delight.