When morning’s ashen gray
Dissolves into heaven’s blue,
And glassy panes
Reflect the sun’s own glow,
Then flowers bloom
And leaves run wild within the wind,
Until God’s wonder rises to its feet.
Then dew becomes the sweat of the last night,
And the sun the reason for a smile.
Then bees begin to hum,
And creatures race the livelong day,
Until God’s wonder lays itself back down,
And heaven’s blue turns into evening’s hush.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 8:06 AM UTC
When morning’s ashen gray
Dissolves into heaven’s blue,
And glassy panes
Reflect the sun’s own glow,
Then flowers bloom
And leaves run wild within the wind,
Until God’s wonder rises to its feet.
Then dew becomes the sweat of the last night,
And the sun the reason for a smile.
Then bees begin to hum,
And creatures race the livelong day,
Until God’s wonder lays itself back down,
And heaven’s blue turns into evening’s hush.
