With each sunrise we start anew.
Our mornings were never "rise and shine." They were "rise and fight." They were loud and ravaging. They were heavy and unnerving, like the after-math of a war, with unresolved territorial disputes. Th...
Snow endures but for a season and joy comes with the morning.
Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.
Each day is a new life. Seize it. Live it.
MORNINGTIDEThe wonderful works of morningtidebring the sight of luminous whiteness,a breathing whimsyamong wind-tossed sprigs of green.
We are new every day.
Sunrise: day's great progenitor.
A happy man eagerly awaits the rising of the sun.
Relying on God has to begin all over again every day as if nothing had yet been done.
The day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to play the man help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces let cheerfulness abound with industry. G...