Cut Down to Sacred Sighs...

 This wee creature, out of our reach to free it eventually became...duck'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.
² Through 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?^[c]

⁵ You have made them^[d] a little lower than the angels^[e]
    and crowned them^[f] with glory and honor.
⁶ You made them rulers over the works of your hands;
    you put everything under their^[g] 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!