3 gifts shining

two foggy mornings in a row, but today the sun was shining through the fog -

not so common around here

knitting needles - not a gift in themselves,

but I was taught to knit and crochet in my late teens by two friends -

and that was definitely a gift

I just came across this very old hymn, from around the year 900 -

Loud rings the warning voice around,

And earth's dark places hear the sound;

Away false dreams, vain shadows, fly;

Lo! Christ, the Dayspring shines on high.