4.4.11

A Monday Morning Psalm

Today the rain
and early rising
to a quiet house

and You,

today a cup of tea
in roses china
with purple flowers scattered

and You,

today the memory
of yesterday's songs
and dark-haired girls at the table

and You,

the rain, the tea,
the memory
sings of dark-haired girls

and You.

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4 Comments:

OpenID breathedeeply.org said...

I've been reading and re-reading this Monday psalm all week. Love it! And enjoying your book, God in the Yard too. :) Blessings to you!

7.4.11  
Blogger nance marie said...

a quiet... and lovely... time

10.4.11  
OpenID bluecottonmemory said...

You have capture those simple moments of living, where for a moment time stands still and is imprinted on my heart - always God is recognized as being there, as the creator of the moment - with my children or the sound of a cardinal in my grandmother's house. Because He is in those moments with us, and we recognize that - He stamps those moments on our hearts.

But - your poem said it so much better! Your poetry is so full of heart, and truth and beauty! You blessed me!

22.4.11  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm sitting hear, weeping, for the joy of the beauty of Christ that speaks to me soul

9.9.11  

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