One who not merely beholds the outward shows of things,
but catches a glimpse of the soul that looks out of them,
whose garment and revelation they are–if he be such, I say,
he will stand, for more than a moment, speechless with something
akin to that which made the morning stars sing together.
~George MacDonald
A new day woke to dawn’s sweet song
Winged creatures warbled to rejoice
Sunlight chased the night shadows long
Blue skies bow as day’s colors hoist
Hued symphony of the new dawn’s might
Winged creatures warbled to rejoice
Nature’s perfection in our sight
Creation gives salutations
Hued symphony of new dawn’s might
Rivers and streams sang oblations
Watery praises raised on high
Creation gives salutations
The sun marched across the sky
A glittering parade in stride
Watery praises raised on high
The light grew stronger as the night died
A new day woke to Dawn’s sweet song
A glittering parade in stride
Sunlight chased the night shadows long.
~A terzanelle by Kristen
Wake up, my soul! Wake up, harp and lyre! I will wake up the dawn. ~Psalm 57:8 ✝