THERE IS NO LIGHT LIKE THE FIRST LIGHT
There is no light like the first light
Morning is the most blessed time of day
I walk home from Shul
My soul filled with happiness
White and grey skies do not deter
I do not know what the day will be
But Hope is as real now
As the fresh wind in my face
Reminding me
How good it is to still be alive
Even in my old age.
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Exactly, sir. My dad would always tell us how morning is God's best gift. May you be blessed with many more healthy years to carry on this task of telling us your real stories. Take care, sir. I'm one of your many fans here.