A holy hush had descended on our neighborhood this Sunday morning after last night's rock band blared on into the wee hours just up the street from our house. No matter there is a 10 p.m. silence law, no matter their music is LOUD and travels through the air waves into our bedroom even with all the windows shut, No matter they just might be bothering the entire neighborhood. You know the line, "It's my party, and I can do what I want to..." Fortunately, these loud parties are rare occurrences, and usually the neighbors bite the bullet and don't call the cops. Maybe that's why the neighbors were quieter than usual this morning...But it was a glorious morning--the kind you want to last forever--the kind you wish your kids were there or someone called family--to share with you. The leaves on our ipê tree were luminous, the birds were singing and NO DOGS WERE BARKING. A rare moment indeed. Pat & I began to sing...(Remember this one? Such beautiful poetry.)
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 dewfall 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!
--Eleanor Farjeon
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