[Lady Jag]

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 world

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

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Sweets, lovely poem and graphic, thanks.




In "As You Like It," William Shakespeare wrote:
"All the world's a stage,
"And all the men and women merely players.
"They have their exits and their entrances,
"And one man in his time plays many parts,
"His acts being seven ages."

[ScubieNuc]

Trying to break out of the blahs. I've been feeling the blahs, so this is a quick attempt to jump start some creativity. If you find something you want to tweak, feel free. I need some creative sparks.

Winter blahs

Monochrome blanket,
Suffocating dullness,
Routine grind,
Grey.

Seeds of ideas,
Yearning for the warm light
To ignite the slumbering life,
Dormant.

Anticipating a rainbow explosion
Of erupting thoughts
Blooming into fragrant flowers.
Spring fever begins.