March 12, 2025

Psalm 43

Before morning gets rescued from the grip of the night
I head down to the water toward the call of the Light

My feet find their way slowly to a path I have found
Leading me to a sacred, serene piece of ground

At the edge of the water, there, the first morning rays
Reach the pond’s quiet surface, saturating the grays

Then, a drip from a tree branch hits the liquid below
Making perfect ellipses that continue to grow

Intersecting with bubbles from a fish swimming by
Mixing greens of the water with the blues of the sky

While the world gently brightens, light and water reveal
The truth and the beauty the dark tries to steal

As I witness this magic, my tired spirit uplifts
And I thank my Creator for His marvelous gifts

Always send out your Light, Lord; let your Truth be my guide
In the place of Your dwelling may I always abide