Let all the earth cry out to God with joy.
This morning, just back home in Plan Grande, I had hoped to sleep in – to 6:30 or 7:00. But nature’s alarm clock awakened me at 5:10 am.
The cicadas are chanting – in loud voices – right outside my windows.
I heard them yesterday when I arrived at 3:00 pm and saw them in the tree. (I photographed one this morning.)
I found three live cicadas in the house last night and two this morning. I released them from captivity in the house.
I also found some dead ones on the upstairs terrace. It seems that if they fall on their backs they can’t turn over.
They stopped their chirping last night and so I could sleep well. But at 5:10 they were up and sang their raucous song for about a minute. I managed to stay in bed until 5:20 since they were not too loud.
When I entered my prayer room, I heard a different noise at the window. When I opened the curtains, I encountered a black bird outside, perhaps looking at his reflection in the window.
But when I sat down, the cicadas kept up their song – at times loud, at times less loud, but still enough to be a distraction.
However, when I read the psalm response for today’s liturgy – “Let all the earth cry out to God with joy,” I realized that the cicadas praise God with their racket.
I know that soon they will die – and a few have died on my terrace and other places. But in their brief lives they praise God with their loud chirping.
What a beautiful way to begin Earth Day – hearing creation praising the Creator.
By the way, I have been told that there are two kinds of cicadas here: the chicharas which are pretty monotone and not too loud and the chiquirines which are loud and have a range of tones. The chiquirines can be almost deafening. I recorded some that I heard on Good Friday in another village. Listen to them here.