Sunday, April 04, 2010


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 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 re-creation of the new day.
--Eleanor Farjeon

I think of this as the Cat Steven's song that we used to sing in church, but was fascinated to learn about Eleanor Farjeon's life and works.  Shy, not a healthy child, encouraged to write by her father, never married, staunch friend, wrote poems and stories primarily for children.  What an unexpected benefit of producing a weekly Guidepost--I plan to learn more about her life and read some of her children's stories.

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  1. What a beautiful poem to go with those pretty crocus.Have a Blessed Easter.

  2. Love your inspiring posts. Thanks.

  3. Your comment on my posts made me smile! Lovely poem, thanks for sharing.

  4. What a beautiful poem. I enjoyed it so much. Thank you for sharing it, and your gorgeous photo! Stop by...I'm having a $100 giveaway and just started joining in Weekly words to live by. I love it! have a good day!