The weather has finally begun to cool and it smells like autumn outside. I feel so much more at home in my body and the world when my temperament and the weather are in agreement. In the summer I wake up anxiously awaiting the shift. In the autumn, I awaken singing. This morning and many mornings since I was a girl, the song has been "Morning Has Broken". Imagine my delight when I began attending Nashville Friends Meeting and found this song in our hymnal! Here's a link to a Cat Stevens performance on Youtube.
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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