Beautiful!
When she was alive, my grandmother used to sing a morning song that began with your title phrase: “New every morning.” Later in her life, she and my mother would call each other early each morning and sing it together. On rare occasions, I got to join in, too. Thanks for putting that song in my head this morning!
“New every morning is the love our wakening and uprising prove; through sleep and darkness safely brought, restored to life, and power, and thought.”