I Woke To Sounds of Raindrop Feet...

I woke to sounds of rain-drop feet

Tap-dancing on the leaves and street

Where morn unmoored from night’s dark lea

To set sail on Time’s seasoned sea

…as we, like passengers aboard

This fellow-ship of deed and word

Embrace dawn’s grace-lent mystery

Toward a common destiny

Where sun and rain will have its day

And joy and pain its gold and gray

To acquaint us with high and low

Of holding on and letting go

Where storm and calm alarms and cheers

Time’s voyagers with smiles and tears

And Hope, the anchor of the soul

Ensures the advent of the goal

I woke to sounds of raindrop feet

Where faith and fear daily compete

Where passengers of seasoned sod

Are wise to trust Time’s Captain; God

© Janet Martin

 Psalm 148:7-13

 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,

wild animals and all cattle,
    small creatures and flying birds, 

 kings of the earth and all nations,
    you princes and all rulers on earth, 

 young men and women,
    old men and children.

 Let them praise the name of the Lord,
    for his name alone is exalted;
    his splendor is above the earth and the heavens.