Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Each Morning

My heart is ready, O God –
  my heart is ready.
  I shall sing and make music.
Awake, my glory!
  Rise up, harp and lyre!
  We will awaken the dawn.
                                    Psalm 107


                                                      What love
                                                      Each morning

                                                      Diffuses our darkness
                                                      Brightens the yards of our sleep

                                                      Making rose-gold fire
                                                      Spill into the branches of trees

                                                      The soft flesh of the hills

                                                      The worn crusts of our hearts
                                                      Into a glance of you

                                                      Wherever I look
                                                      Whomever I see

                                                      Something of you Lord.


  1. Oh Cynthia, you weave magic for my weary soul! Thank you!!!

  2. Thanks Anne, Your words inspire me!!!! I love reading your posts...God Bless.