Sunday, November 27, 2005

Morning has broken

Morning has Broken, Tucker Pond at dawn, Warner, NH, July 2004, Pentax Optio 555, Exposure 1/40 sec @ f7.9, ISO 64, with flash, © Steven Crisp

One of my favorite places in the world -- right here in New Hampshire where I spent my childhood summers. Also one of my favorite times of the day, just before sunrise, when the rest of humanity slumbers, but the woods have awakened.

Every day, whether the dawn is painted from a rich pallet, or penciled in with shades of grey, it is magnificent and it is alive. And if you can reflect upon that moment, you realize that is where life is created, again and again, each instant the wind rustles or the sun peaks or the robin sings. Revel in that moment. Always.

Morning Has Broken
As sung by Cat Stevens; lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's 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

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