Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Scenes From My Morning Run

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

 "See! The winter is past;
    the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth;
    the season of singing has come
Song of Songs 2:11-12

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