01 April 2013

Springing Up

It is the first day of April.  The first day of National Poetry Month.  The first day of our full week of spring break.  And Easter Monday.  It is also the first day of me getting back into the habit of posting.  I will start with a poem a day and then focus on books once April is over. For now, enjoy.  This is one of my favorites.

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 them springing fresh from the Word. 

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlight from heaven. 
Like the first dew fall, 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. 

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.

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