Morning Has Broken...

Dragged my insomnia-induced menopausal bones out of bed this morning, moaning to myself and the dog...'what I would give for just one good nights sleep'...pulled up the blind on the kitchen window, and what did I see...

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 them springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from heaven

Like the first dew fall, on the first grass

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden

Spring in completeness where her 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
            
                                            Eleanor Farjeon (1931)

Thank You Sun...Thank You Sky...Thank You Clouds...Thank You Trees!

Thank You Spirit/Goddess/Mother Nature...

I will complain no more!