Monday, October 29, 2007

Morning Has Broken.




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


- Eleanor Farjeon



Were you there to greet the morning when it breaks?


- Ghostwise.


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In the morning when the moon is at its rest,

You will see me at the time I love the best

Watching rainbows play on sunlight;

Pools of water iced from cold night,
In the morning.
tis the morning of my life.

- Bee Gees



Tis the morning of our life. Tis the morning of our life.


- Ghostwise.



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