March Morning Celebration Meditation

Happy, Happy March!

(because I didn't get this poem posted this morning as originally planned

I could include a bonus dusk shot as well!)

"it looks like its one of those pray-for-strength days once again',

I remarked to my daughter this morning, as she told me about her 

lack-of-sleep night because of sick children...

(don't you find most days are better if we draw from a

wellspring of strength beyond our own?)

Dawn... 

Dusk...

Like a black cushion, full of pins

The night sky fades; the earth

Reappears where new day begins

Its waltz of woe and mirth

Across creation’s stomping ground

(In full color, no less)

Hope and strength for today are found

In God’s kind promises

He hears our prayers, He knows our need

No matter what we face

No care we bear can e’er exceed

The measure of His grace

Thus, though we cannot see what lies

Beyond a moment’s sum

It is enough to realize

Where our help comes from

...the Maker of Heaven and earth

Watches o'er you and me

His mercy stokes night's death with birth

Dawn is a bird set free 

© Janet Marin

Psalm 121

A song of ascents.

1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—

where does my help come from?

2 My help comes from the Lord,

the Maker of heaven and earth.

3 He will not let your foot slip—

he who watches over you will not slumber;

4 indeed, he who watches over Israel

will neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The Lord watches over you—

the Lord is your shade at your right hand;

6 the sun will not harm you by day,

nor the moon by night.

7 The Lord will keep you from all harm—

he will watch over your life;

8 the Lord will watch over your coming and going

both now and forevermore.