Morning Light & Shadows

Morning Has Broken
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
Sweet like 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
---Cat Stevens

It's interesting where a morning cup of coffee will take you. It's a beautiful, sunny day here in CT and the sun is pouring in from the windows at the far end of my home. I love to look at the "pictures" that the shadows create.
I was sitting at my kitchen table looking out at the bird feeder that hangs off my deck...I wanted to catch a bird at the feeder ( I have a true appreciation for nature photographers and how long it takes them to get "the" photo) and, alas, my camera does not have a good enough "zoom" to even make a bird photo worthwhile.
So....I started looking at the shadows the sun was creating on my deck...the shadows in the snow, the light on the spokes of the railing, the color....I was really absorbed. I was tranquil. I was so appreciative and thankful for having these moments, looking at the light. Take a breathe.
Then say a few prayers. Haiti needs our prayers.