I went to the Pretoria High School for Girls in South Africa. It is a Catholic school and we attend mass and sing hymns every morning. We have a strict uniform code, and we must wear our beret and coat outside of school. My sister and I got caught once by our school headmistress for not wearing our beret while out shopping. Good thing my dadβs a diplomat so she let us off easy. π
Our headmistress, Miss Mullins was a very strict lady. Sometimes, she’ll tell all of us to lift our skirts up during mass, being that it’s an all girl’s school, to see if we’re all wearing our ugly green underwear uniform. I just did a Google search now and saw that she passed away in December 2006. Her fiancΓ©e died in the Angolan Bush War, and she never remarried. May her soul rest in peace, she has finally reunited with him in heaven. π
“Morning Has Broken” by Cat Stevens was one of my favorite religious songs. I was born a Buddhist and sometimes got annoyed that I had to attend mass every single morning and attend Scripture classes. Good thing that we sang a lot of songs during our Scripture classes. I love singing! It’s how I best express my emotions, my creative juices, and my love!
I have since then become a lot more spiritual, rather than just religious. I accept that there is one True Source, that may come in the form of many different religions, e.g. Buddhism, Catholicism, and Christianity, etc.
This song is a praise to the “Most High“, to God’s Ultimate Creations ~ the beauty that we see all around us, and the beauty that is within all of us. The spirit of God is within all of us, we are all a part of God, whatever your interpretation of God may be…
I have been through a lot of difficult times in my life. However, I AM so thankful and grateful for all that I have in my life. Thank you Divine Source for filling my life with so much love, joy and laughter! πΉ
Morning Has Broken
~ 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 them springing fresh from the world
Sweet the rains 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 recreation of the new day
Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world