segunda-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2011


I met God in the morning
    When my day was at its best,
And his presence came like sunrise
    Like a glory in my breast.
All day long the Presence lingered,
    All day long he stayed with me,
And we sailed in perfect calmness
    O’er a very troubled sea.
Other ships were blown and battered,
    Other ships were sore distressed,
But the winds that seemed to drive them
    Brought to us a peace and rest.
Then I thought of other mornings,
    With a keen remorse of mind,
When I too had loosed the moorings,
    With the Presence left behind.
So I think I know the secret,
    Learned from many a troubled way:
You must seek him in the morning
    If you want him through the day!


Thank you my dear Muriel for your cooperation