Monday, April 18, 2011


After  the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb. ...Suddently Jesus met them. "Greetings," he said. They came to him, clasped his feet and worshipped him.   ~Matthew 28:1,9 

A new day beckons hearts awake to sing,
As jeweled dew drops freshen every blade,
A flash of flicker-flight on morning wing,
Through Hemlock boughs renews the forest glade.
Eternity arises with the dawn,
In misty shrouded forests by the sea,
The sword fern camouflage the sleeping fawn,
Beneath the soaring Cedar canopy.
Awake my soul, your morning anthem raise,
To join the Varied Thrush in Matin’s cry,
Leap up my soul, your Recreator praise,
In silent wonder seek him eye to eye.
The darkness fades, behold the new day breaks,
As all creation in Christ’s light awakes.

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