In the dead of night.

This past week or more I have been awake in the wee small hours. If I’ve had sleepless nights before, I’ve either been upset or relieved that the birds are announcing the night is past. But this blackbird? He’s singing at the ungodly hour of half past two! Maybe I’ve never been awake to hear him before, but in these dark times, I do.

Some might say, ‘how annoying’, but as the rest of my family isolate, he’s actually been my only friend at the darkest of times, when everyone else is asleep. I woke before his time last night and waited for his valiant song to begin. It reminded me to look again for the dawn.

My brother called that Beatles song to mind when I asked which bird sings in the middle of the night. It prompts us to have courage, no matter how broken we might feel…

‘Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of a dark black night
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life ‘

Who will you be a blackbird for this week? Will you listen out for yours?

To be able to bring light into the darkest of situations, in my life or in yours, is a reason to soar, don’t you think.