Howe, Indiana, to Marietta, Pennsylvania – Tuesday, December 10
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 the springing fresh from the word
Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
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.
She called that afternoon and asked if we would like to come for supper.
Dessert: Cookies (Deb, I imagine you recognize these.) and rhubarb Jell-O.
Yes, it is good to be home.