:: welcoming each dawn... ::

" I wanted to stride away while I was able to stride;

to embrace the beauty of the universe.

I wanted to slip out each morning,

alone in spirit,

into a world where dew hung poised on each blade of grass

and all seen objects where bird-song and river-music

was welcoming each dawn

as a new unlooked-for-benediction."

{C.C. Vyan}