Note: I’m travelling in November, so there will be no new posts. Instead I will select and re-blog some older posts here.
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
I have a special feeling to Cat Stevens’s song “Morning Has Broken”. Although I’m not a Christian, I feel peace, relax and comfort when hearing this song. This is the first song I learned from the high school music class. I still remember our music teacher Miss Tang playing the piano and leading the whole class of boys to sing this song. I guess some of us were day-dreaming of having a girlfriend like Miss Tang one day.
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
I normally run in the morning around the neighborhood. I like the fresh air, the early sunlight, the singing of birds, the quiet environment and the aroma of breakfast from people’s homes. On the road, I may come across other runners, people having their morning walk or walking their dogs. I usually give them a polite nod and smile, and they may return a smile back. A little interaction between strangers cross path in life.
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
In this 24/7 city, the border between night and day becomes unclear. However, no matter how you had spent the night before – sleeping peacefully, suffering insomnia, working night shift, getting drunk in the pub; you always look forward to the following morning as it brings along a brand new start. Not everyone can move forward in the journey, life may not be what you expect. But we at least should be proud that we have the courage to set off again each morning. A life is simply a lot of days put together. Live one day at a time and make every day count.