Let us put by some hour of every day
For holy things! — whether it be when dawn
Peers through the window pane, or when the noon
Flames, like a burnished topaz, in the vault,
Or when the thrush pours in the ear of eve
Its plaintive monody; some little hour
Wherein to hold rapt converse with the soul,
From sordidness and self a sanctuary,
Swept by the winnowing of unseen wings,
And touched by the White Light Ineffable!
Praise the Lord. Praise God in his sanctuary; praise him in his mighty heavens. ~Psalm 150:l ✝
Thank you, Lord Jesus, that you save, you heal, you restore, and you reveal Your Father’s heart to us!