“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 world”
Although I appreciate summer’s morning sun at 6:00 am, it does not compare to the spectacular sunrises that guide me to work during certain times of the year. The photo above was taken in October, when everywhere I looked, the sky was multiple shades of pink and red. Currently, it’s dark when I leave home at 6:30, but I’m willing to wait until days get longer after December 20th if it means seeing that amazing sight again.
“Mine is the sunlight
Mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise ev’ry morning
God’s recreation of the new day”
I do praise the mornings that rise over the waters of Little Lake Butte des Mort and Fritse Park. It takes a few extra minutes to drive past work and over the highway in order to end up in a pink-sky world that God has made, but it is worth it.
Every colorful sunrise takes my breath away and starts the day off right. It is my wish that you have mornings filled with the same beauty of morning broken, today and every day.