I rejoice at the dawn of a new day
I rejoice at the birth of a child
I rejoice at the start of a new home
I rejoice because it’s new
All things bright and beautiful, I’d say
Whose eyes do I see through
Whose lenses am I wearing
Today is bright at the dawn of the new day
but dull on the home front
Tomorrow may be beautiful at work
but ugly at the anniversary of a child’s death
All things bright and beautiful- I try to find
On some days easier than on others
Some things bright, some beautiful I see them all and I rejoice
No matter what happens I see them bright and beautiful
Leave a reply