I wrote this poem years ago when a friend's mother was dying. I'd read Psalm 108:1-5 that morning, as some of you have read today. (I'm sure a phrase or two of my poem will echo from the psalm, although it doesn't follow it exactly).
Thinking of my friend and her mom early that morning I wanted to ponder the dawning of a new day, a saint's heavenly birth, and our Father God's glory in it all. Scripture spoke to me in a special way, and I hope it will do the same for you.
MORNING HYMN
by Ferree Hardy
I wake before dawn
and in the dark
begin the song
of ancient ways
and steadfast praise
With each note
the darkness fades
A rooster crows,
and spider sews
one last strand on her
dewdrop doily
Birds arouse
They join in
Mourning dove,
Robin, wren
Singing of You,
the Giver of all
Your goodness freshens
it brings cool hint
of snow and mint
to salt-stained skin
Red-brimmed eyes
and sadness-fevered
soul
Father of health
and life itself
with love beyond
the stratosphere
and faithfulness that
fills the sky
Your glory orbs
the earth we hear
And wrapped in shimmering
clouds
it reaches down to
collect the songs
of one weak woman
and birds.
This was beautifully touching and soothing.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing ~ FlowerLady
Your words make it worth it FlowerLady, you are very welcome! It was soothing to write, and my friend appreciated it too. I think it's because the psalm was the foundation of it--God's Word is precious in so many ways!
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Ty for ur calming. Words u write my husband Ken passed in Aug 2010 and I found out I had stage 4 cancer not knowing how long I enjoy reading your stuff Tyson. Cindy
ReplyDeleteDear Cindy, I'm so sorry to hear about your cancer diagnoses and also the loss of your husband. That you would take the time to comment here means a lot to me. I sure will be praying for you, and that God will hold you close with His peace. If you would like to have me mail you some literature about how to have peace with God I will be happy to do so, just email me or comment. God bless you.
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