At Starbucks writing, when “Morning has broken” comes on the speaker. It is one of my favorite hymns of all time. Good hymns are insight set to music. This hymn reminds us that living religion is never about another place and time. Living religion is about awakening to the miracle of the here and now.

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 word

Sweet the rain’s 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

In “Morning has broken” Cat Stevens (now Yusuf Islam) sang about creation in the way the myth should be heard. Who cares if the world was seven days or fourteen billion years? The most materialistic scientist can affirm the meaning of this hymn: we live in a kaliascope of wonder. Eden need not be not a place in time and space. Eden can be a level of awareness available in the most ordinary moments. Heaven need not be a land outside of time. Heaven can be a quality deep within every moment. The hymn reminds us that wonder lies everywhere hidden, like a treasure discoverable to any who can muster childlike reverence for the mundane.