I was deeply touched by the lovely poem of Regina Glauder about the “faithful friend” Morning. It brought me in mind of a passage from the Bible, somewhat deeper and more sober, perhaps, but one I have frequently had recourse to of an early morning watching a beautiful dawn over Santa Monica Bay.
“It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning. Great is Thy faithfulness.” (Lamentations 3.22,23)