Three Sweetest Words I Know...

Oh, say those words again

Slow, soft like easy rain

Or like the stirring zephyr-song

Strumming the golden grain

Or spin them like a sigh

Of cloud-wisp drifting by

As we behold the treasure of

This trove we call July

And press upon thought’s slate

Earth’s lily-laden plate

Or hills mantled in mists of morn

…the brook’s unhurried gait

….the daisy-dappled heath

The hour like a wreath

Of butterflies and blue-hung skies

With bare-foot child beneath

…the dew-drenched field and fell

The bloom embellished dell

The sandbox full of boys and noise

Heedless of Time’s gavel

…the shushing canopy

Of summer’s full-leaf tree

That flings its shade like nature’s quilt

And seeks our company

So, say those words soft-slow

Before The Letting Go

‘It is July, it is July’

The sweetest words I know

© Janet Martin

In the book Little Men Louisa May Alcott begins a chapter with the words It was July...because it is July those words struck a chord... 

 The sunrise seemed like a seamless continuance of last night's sunset...

Wishing you a worship-full weekend as we adore, not creation but its Creator!

Praise the Lord, all you nations;
    extol him, all you peoples. 

 For great is his love toward us,
    and the faithfulness of the Lord endures forever.

Praise the Lord.

Ps.117