May This Day...

May this day be like a highway

Leading to the sick and poor

Rather than a feckless my-way

Filled with lust for more and more

May this day be like a garden

Where we tend the tender root

Before harvest proves the hidden

Bent with visage of full fruit

May this day be like a chapel

Wall of wind and roof of sky

May we be a humble people

Singing songs to God on high

May this day be like a window

Facing north, south, east and west

Framing, in the wake of it, oh

By the grace of God, our best

May this day be like a front line

Where we war for Heaven’s gain

Knowing, though sight veils sweet Zion

Our fight is not in vain

May this day be like an altar

Where we burn idols of stone

As we make the heart a Psalter

Of worship to God alone

© Janet Martin