Word: Morning

Breakfast

Molly Riley

Where’d he get those fish
already on the charcoal fire at the break of day?
With a net and a boat of his own in the night?
Or with just a word?

He is still and sure by the fire on the beach.

Fixated on this fire tender their boats
cast out,
fill up,
turn to shore.

But one is already standing on the sand
captivated,
hungry,
coat soaked in the morning chill.

Watcher’s Song

Anna Wilson

The work was long this time,
and I have seen too many hours of the earth
locked in Death-Darkness.
Nighttime labors have brought me
no nearer rest, resolution, rectitude.
The agony twists—
but in the space of a gasp,
it is, can it be, changing?
The thrum starts beneath the water,
and she swirls, joins her deep-knowing song
to the wind. Stars stand ready, rejoiced
to yield to the greater light to come.
The birds believe, and they wield their song with
abandon, as the trees are teased, no,
blithely pulled into dance.
Wild Wind-Spirit!
More inexorable than the morning,
rising sweet with the voice of dawn!
This is not the Death-Darkness,
only its effigy,
defeated each day in birdsong and laughter.

A poem, untitled

Colten Wilson

Through the night, come at last, softglow hues
lift from edge of black earth—Morning comes

Morning Has Broken by Cat Stevens

Steffie Williams

This song has a special meaning. My grandmother, who was like my mother, loved this song. It reminds me on her. And of course, it reminds me on God’s creation, the first water on grass, His first steps on grass and His purity of love for us.

Morning Has Broken

Cat Stevens

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 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
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Eleanor Farjeon / Yusuf Islam
Morning Has Broken lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management

A New Morning

Caleb Molstad

Darkness stretched over the land for a three day span,
When we killed the light of life,
And it was night.

Evil thought to quench the Creator of light,
Fearing no day to dawn.
But it did not know,
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning.

A woman weeping, a cold Easter mourning,
Did she remember that weeping may tarry for the night,
but joy comes with the morning.

The Sun rises from the cracked earth,
A new day dawning, a new kind of life at birth,
The firstborn from the dead greets the gospel’s midwife;
“I have seen the Lord” becomes
And we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son.

After our mourning, the long night is over,
And there was morning,
The eighth day when night will be no more,
For the light of the world shines
Forever and ever without end.