Tuesday, April 9, 2019

When Robins Start To Sing...

 A Worship-walk...
that's what last evening felt like as earth was tucked beneath twilight's burnished wing
and it made me squawk sing and want to write a really nice April-hymn!

Something begins to stir
When robins start to sing
Earth’s winter canvas starts to blur
With whispered hints of spring

…as beam of sun ignites
The babble in the brook
And dream of picnic-joy delights
Like pictures in a book

Stark,threadbare hillside-cots
Are ready for a throw
Of violets and forget-me-nots
And apple-blossom snow

…where bulbs and buds are primed
With orchestras of bloom
Creation’s Magnum Opus timed
Within a perfect loom

…while we, with eager eyes
Peer ardently into
An afternoon of silver sighs
Soft-fringed with gold and blue

…knowing beneath its vim
Trembles a hymn of green
The theater of barren limb
Nigh-bursting at its seam

Where spartan solitude
On April’s modest wing
Is like Nature’s simple prelude
Before anthems of spring

...when the Maestro's baton
Signals to common strings
Then from woodland, field, stream, pond, lawn
A world of worship rings

© Janet Martin

Psalm 148

Psalm 148

Praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord from the heavens;
    praise him in the heights above.
Praise him, all his angels;
    praise him, all his heavenly hosts.
Praise him, sun and moon;
    praise him, all you shining stars.
Praise him, you highest heavens
    and you waters above the skies.
Let them praise the name of the Lord,
    for at his command they were created,
and he established them for ever and ever—
    he issued a decree that will never pass away.
Praise the Lord from the earth,
    you great sea creatures and all ocean depths,
lightning and hail, snow and clouds,
    stormy winds that do his bidding,
you mountains and all hills,
    fruit trees and all cedars,
10 wild animals and all cattle,
    small creatures and flying birds,
11 kings of the earth and all nations,
    you princes and all rulers on earth,
12 young men and women,
    old men and children.
13 Let them praise the name of the Lord,
    for his name alone is exalted;
    his splendor is above the earth and the heavens.
14 And he has raised up for his people a horn,
    the praise of all his faithful servants,
    of Israel, the people close to his heart.

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