Tuesday, October 23, 2007

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.

Lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon
Musical arrangement and vocals by Cat Stevens

And this is why I live where I live.


Anonymous said...

That cinches it.
I need to see Oregon .

Anonymous said...

Awesome picture!!

Neuroknitter said...

To L-B: Yes, you do! :)
To Suzanne B: Thank you!! :)

Woolgirl Sock Club Members said...

Oh my goodness! Don't you just love Oregon? I think we live in the more glorious place in the whole world! Gorgeous photo G!

Rani said...

Perfect. Simply perfect.

Stella said...

It really is the corner pocket, huh? Beautiful shot.

Courtney said...

Wow that is really pretty, the fog makes it look like something out of a Stars Wars film or something, almost surreal.