Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world
Like the first dew fall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day
A farm in the countryside beside the C&O Canal towpath trail.
Early morning light on the Potomac
Boat goes out into the bay early in the morning at Paihia, New Zealand.
Daybreak at Rotorua, New Zealand.
And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love
The sun sets over LAX.