Just this morning out of a large memory for songs and having been obsessed by them since childhood suddenly at the age of 84 I thought of a song I hadn't thought of in over 50 years. It came into my head unbidden.
Your enjoyment of the world is never right till every morning you awake in Heaven: see yourself in your Father's palace and look upon the skies the earth and the air as celestial joys: having such a reverend esteem of all as if you were among the angels.
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My poor vision gives me a soft-focus morning. For the first half hour I kind of wander through my house and everything is a blur. I put my contacts in when I'm ready to deal with the world.
