Sometimes it just feels right,
to do something from your heart,
especially when there’s miles apart.
Sometimes it feels just right,
when a person touches your soul,
they brighten your day, fill a dark hole
To do something right,
and send them a part,
of yourself, with a piece of art.
Sometimes to dedicate feels right,
To Jan, who loved FIRST LIGHT,
May all your seasons be bright.
Why does this piece feel so right?
It’s just another piece of art,
I don’t know, but it comes from my heart.
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 the rains 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
Gods recreation of the new day