The following is an old Celtic prayer for the start of each day. I like it for its sense of gratitude, the gentleness of its message and the way in which it brings in the ideas of warmth and sunshine
This day is your gift to me,
This dawn I take it from your hands.
Make me busy in your service throughout its hours,
Yet not so busy I cannot sing a happy song.
And may the south wind blow its tenderness through my heart,
So that I bear myself gently to all.
And may the sunshine of it pass into my thoughts,
So that each is a picture of your thought, noble and right.
Amen.
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