This Morning....

Children's poetry author, Eleanor Farjeon wrote the lyric to a beautiful song called, Morning Has Broken. It was recorded and released in 1971 by Cat Stevens on his album, Teaser and the Firecat. It has long been one of my favorite songs, a soothing one certainly. The lyric full of promise, full of hope for the day ahead. All of the darkness that had accumulated, all of the dread and conflict, all of the turmoil and trouble that had built up over the previous day....vanishes in this sweet, bright morning. Whatever thoughts roiled in sleep, haunted in dreams, is broken in the truest sense. If we allow it, if we choose.

Morning is new. It's a beginning. It's a start, a jumping off point. It's fresh and rife with possibilities. It's set out before us to do what we will. Whatever was there yesterday is gone. We make today what we will. If we choose.

Eleanor Farjeon wrote the lyric for children. It's lovely words penned to inspire, to soothe and encourage. I wonder if Ms. Farjeon ever imagined a woman fully grown, one who first listened to Cat Stevens' rendition of her work at thirteen and saw the possibilities. One who thirty seven years later still listens and now sees the promise. One who has embraced her words and made them her own.

It's a new day. Let's go live it.

Indeed.

Morning Has Broken

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.