To fellowship where slumbering blues
Steal over late-day avenues
And where the chill wind sweeps awry
Smoke trails from chimney to the sky
Where snow-bunting and sparrow flit
To nests as each star-lamp is lit
And all we hear is twilight’s tune
Dripping from pallid crescent moon
To fellowship with nature’s kin
Of tree and hill and echoing
Of seasons that have swept their girth
Returning thus, from earth to earth
And to behold the great, the small
In winter, spring, summer and fall
To fellowship with miracles
Is to touch living’s pinnacles
But for one holy, higher plain
Where heaven bends to heal earth’s pain
As we commune with He who shapes
The fellowship of nature-scapes
© Janet Martin
Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!
You have set your glory
in the heavens.
2Through 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?
5 You have made them a little lower than the angels
and crowned them with glory and honor.
6 You made them rulers over the works of your hands;
you put everything under their 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!
Psalm 8
