Morning Has Broken, 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/Life 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”
One of the huge joys in owning a deck:
Enjoying breakfast with a cup of coffee sitting on my deck!
When I place that simple act of sitting and waiting as my focus and prime directive, I feel as though I’m on vacation–even if for only a brief time. Remember the old TV commercial, “Calgon, take me away!” That’s what I sense as I sit for a time on my deck—the air feels clean and fresh, birds proclaim a new day awakening. I can almost ignore the distant freeway morning traffic din when I focus on the Creator of this universe.
I soak in the beauty surrounding me BEFORE the priorities and duties of the day cry out for my attention. Until I can no longer ignore their urgent pleas for attention—pleas which remind me of yesterday’s insistent toddler who tugged at my hand, eager for my undivided attention–my way! And my direction NOW!
But for now, I bask in the morning sun which reminds me of Your warmth and desire for relationship.