Finally, I have made an illustration for this one. I have cut this poem, prayer(?)from "The Anglican Digest" a long time ago and it has been posted beside the mirror in the bathroom for years, and I would read it almost everyday before or after I have brushed my teeth.
I have other versions of the lady in the picture, first I made her sitting in the roof(where I always do when I want to watch the sunrise when I was younger. In the second version, she was sitting on top of a boat(sometimes when the morning sun would peep in the small windows of the boat and I would be awaken to see it...) and finally, this one I like so much thinking I can go nearer the sun if I have a magic carpet(would i be almost dead of sunburn by then, or the magic carpet will do the magic on me?)
EACH MORNING is a new beginning of our life.
Each day is a finished whole.
The present day marks the boundary
of our cares and concerns.
It is long enough to find God or to lose him,
to keep faith
or fall into disgrace.
God created day and night for us so we need not
wander without boundaries, but may be able
To see in every morning
the goal of the evening ahead.
Just as the ancient sun rises anew everyday,
so the eternal mercy of God is new every morning.
Every morning God gives us
the gift of comprehending anew
his faithfulness of old;
thus, in the midst of our life with God,
we may daily begin a new life with him.
The first moments of the new day are for
God's liberating grace,
God's sanctifying presence.
Before the heart
unlocks itself for the world,
God wants to open it for himself;
before the ear takes in
the countless voices of the day,
it should hear in the early hours
the voice of the
Creator and Redeemer.
God prepared the stillness
Of the first morning
It should remain his.
via The Sisters of St. Mary,