Wayne says, "Cat Stevens made this hymn popular in the 1970's. At the time I listened to all recordings by Cat and those songs became part of me. Now whenever I hear Morning Has Broken played in church, it takes me back." Wayne also wrote his friend, Kim, a letter on June 1, 2005 that sums up his own feelings about the morning. It read:

You asked me on Friday why I go up to the cottage. One of the reasons is for the quiet mornings. Yesterday morning was one of those times. I got up early, before anyone else, and went down to the water in my pajamas and slippers, like I always do. The feeling has always been the same ... incredible. The quiet is wonderful. The stillness and clearness of the water really captures me. I didn't get out the canoe because I knew that we were leaving in a few hours, but that is even better than walking on the dock and beach. I have told others about the mornings down at the lake, but they never get up to experience it. After I was down there for an hour or more, Gloria showed up with a coffee cup in her hand like she usually does and joined me. Seeing my wife really completes the good morning feeling.

Kim, as I walked out on that dock yesterday morning, I was wishing that you could have been there with me. You would have felt the same feelings as I was feeling. Many others may say things like "Oh I thought that there was something over there," but you would have felt it all. I hope that you can be there with me some time in the future. I have attached a couple of pictures (see photos, left), but they just don't capture what I was feeling yesterday morning. I never had a name for the feeling, but you call them "close moments." I just know that I go up to the cottage to get those feelings.

Your buddy, Wayne


Morning Has Broken
by Cat Stevens

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world
Sweet the rain's 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
God's re-creation of the new day


PICTURE CAPTIONS
both photos: pictures attached to the email sent to Kim - taken on 05.30.2005 by Wayne

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