For my dear friend Liz and her husband Larry. The beautiful home they were having built on the other side of our mountain burned to the ground in the night. It was nearly completed and I know they are heartbroken to see this labor of love destroyed. But I have faith that, phoenix-like, they will rise from the ashes. . .
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...
(Lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon)