We praise you for the morning, for the sun that burns away the fog. We praise you for morning, for the dew that frosts long waving stems and catches the first light in a thousand shimmering drops. We praise you for the morning, for the sound of birdsong and water or for the rumble of traffic and voices around us. We praise you for morning, for a new creation in which we are invited to take part. We praise you for morning, for midday, and for evening. Turn our hearts toward you and incline our ears to hear you in the myriad voices of creation. Amen.
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