March Morning Heave-ho

Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the LORD our Maker; Ps.95:6

The hull of what we soon will fill beams from a waking sky

Earth’s sea of black-capped ripples gleams in winter’s lullaby

Time is a phantom vessel; dream and Duty daily board

The hour like a frigate sailing ever heaven-ward

And Happiness, the color of spring, startles tongues and toes

Where every sun-drop is pure gold and every bud a rose

Together we, the kinfolk of Time’s turquoise-circle sea

Set sail upon the morning-tide of moment-mystery

The hull of what we soon will fill beams; by God’s grace we go

As jolly sailors sing of spring, a jubilant ‘Heave-ho’

© Janet Martin