O teach me, the sacred hymn, how glad its tidings bring,
A song of joy and giving, which all creation sings.
That lends the hills, their solitude, the flowers, eternal spring,
And life, its days and seasons, and Hope, its stirring wings.
~ D.F.
Daily Archives: May 11, 2015
731. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. ~Rumi
Love’s secret is always lifting
its head out from under the covers,
“Here I am!”
~Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks
Morning’s first light
kisses the day to wakefulness
and announces Yahweh’s presence.
See it!
Feel it!
Taste it!
Touch it!
Hear the secrets
the dawn has to tell!
~Natalie Scarberry
The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy. ~Psalm 65:8 ✝
Sacred Touches 