MORNING HYMN

First voice of dawn,
last carol of the evening sun,
Through time eternal
and what may gloriously be
you carry me,
you speak my language,
Music.

How shall we touch the rafters,
raise the roof,
disturb the sky,
How shall we mark the rhythm of our days,
in celebration of the language of the heart,
You speak my soul.

And we shall sing through silence when it falls,
We shall go deep,
for twilight and the dawning are bridged
by the blessed hymns of God.

– Patricia Orr