how do we give our thanks
for all that is unspeakable
given without strings
Love that can’t be clocked
offerings of grace
grateful in its giving
paeans of praise
of this grace
Love’s loving All
Love’s constant offering.
“Here, O my Lord, I’d see Thee face to face;
Here would I touch and handle things unseen;
Here grasp with firmer hand th’ eternal grace,
And all my weariness upon Thee lean.” Horatius Bonar
“It has long been a question of earnest import, How shall mankind worship the most adorable, but most unadored, — and where shall begin that praise that shall never end? Beneath, above, beyond, methinks I hear the soft, sweet sigh of angels answering, “So live, that your lives attest your sincerity and resound His praise.” Mary Baker Eddy, Miscellaneous Writings
“And Jesus lifted up his eyes, and said, Father, I thank thee that thou hast heard me.” John 11
carving out this moment
to the core of a hush
an anchored pause
a landed rest
even where worlds rush, converge
hearts, fields resounding
songs of stillness
Still, still with Thee when purple morning breaketh,
When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee,
Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight,
Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee.
Alone with Thee, amid the changing shadows,
Solemn the hush of nature, newly born;
Alone with Thee, in breathless adoration,
In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.
So shall it ever be in the bright morning,
When hearts awaking see the shadows flee,
O, in that hour, and fairer than the dawning,
Rises the glorious thought, I am with Thee.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
“Be still and know that I am God” …and… “when I awake, I am still with thee.” Psalms 46 and 139
“The best spiritual type of Christly method for uplifting human thought and imparting divine Truth, is stationary power, stillness, and strength; and when this spiritual ideal is made our own, it becomes the model for human action.” Mary Baker Eddy
My good friend Joy has a gorgeous new photo project which she has dubbed “project sunrise.” She includes the following poem by Max Lucado:
a sunrise steals
or a meadow of flowers
leave you speechless,
remain that way.
as heaven whispers,
“Do you like it?
I did it just for you.”