Monday, August 3, 2015

Cut Down to Sacred Sighs...

 This wee creature, out of our reach to free it eventually's breakfast:)

Oh, let us never grow too tall
To marvel at the smallest small
Or wonder at the communal
Old newness hung from season-strings
For, as we pause to recognize
The awesome laws of earth and skies 
We will not help but realize
The treasure in time’s simple things

…and how the gift of moment-gold
Though we may think it makes us old
Is but that strange and vital part
To keep us ever young at heart

© Janet Martin

Reveling in the return of cricket-song and a throng of other summer-sweets.

Psalms 8

 Lord, our Lord,
    how majestic is your name in all the earth!
You have set your glory
    in the heavens.
Through the praise of children and infants
    you have established a stronghold against your enemies,
    to silence the foe and the avenger.
When I consider your heavens,
    the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
    which you have set in place,
what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
    human beings that you care for them?[c]
You have made them[d] a little lower than the angels[e]
    and crowned them[f] with glory and honor.
You made them rulers over the works of your hands;
    you put everything under their[g] feet:
all flocks and herds,
    and the animals of the wild,
the birds in the sky,
    and the fish in the sea,
    all that swim the paths of the seas.
Lord, our Lord,
    how majestic is your name in all the earth!

1 comment:

  1. Ah, nothing like towering, potent clouds to remind that we are small. (but still bigger than the duck!)
    Thanks for this great pairing of photo and ponder.


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