Of Fellowships

To fellowship where slumbering blues

Steal over late-day avenues

And where the chill wind sweeps awry

Smoke trails from chimney to the sky

Where snow-bunting and sparrow flit

To nests as each star-lamp is lit

And all we hear is twilight’s tune

Dripping from pallid crescent moon

To fellowship with nature’s kin

Of tree and hill and echoing

Of seasons that have swept their girth

Returning thus, from earth to earth

And to behold the great, the small

In winter, spring, summer and fall

To fellowship with miracles

Is to touch living’s pinnacles

But for one holy, higher plain

Where heaven bends to heal earth’s pain

As we commune with He who shapes

The fellowship of nature-scapes

© Janet Martin  

Lord, our Lord,
    how majestic is your name in all the earth!

You have set your glory
    in the heavens.
²Through the praise of children and infants
    you have established a stronghold against your enemies,
    to silence the foe and the avenger.
³ When I consider your heavens,
    the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
    which you have set in place,
⁴ what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
    human beings that you care for them?

⁵ You have made them a little lower than the angels
    and crowned them with glory and honor.
⁶ You made them rulers over the works of your hands;
    you put everything under their feet:
⁷ all flocks and herds,
    and the animals of the wild,
⁸ the birds in the sky,
    and the fish in the sea,
    all that swim the paths of the seas.

⁹ Lord, our Lord,
    how majestic is your name in all the earth!

Psalm 8