All through morning prayer the other day, this poem kept ringing my doorbell, demanding insistently that I commit it to paper.
It’s a new day, Adonai, and I sing praises to you. It’s a new day, Holy One, and the whole earth praises you. The grass damp with dew sings your praises The fuzzy caterpillar creeping sings your praises The bloom of the dawn sky sings your praises The crocuses welcoming spring sing your praises The leaf-buds on the mighty oak sing your praises The mourning dove with her coo sings your praises The cool air on my skin sings your praises The riotous forsythia sings your praises The children running at play sing your praises Singing your praises, the white fluffy cloud Singing your praises, the birthing crescent moon Singing your praises, every green holly leaf Singing your praises, the cars on the freeway Singing your praises, the stars in the night Singing your praises, the pollens and bumblebees Singing your praises, the brilliant blue sky Singing your praises, the electrons spinning Singing your praises, every beating, loving heart It’s a new day, Hashem, and we sing praises to you. It’s a brilliant new day, and every atom in the cosmos praises you.
Thank you for listening and reading. I’d love to know how this poem strikes you. Did it make your beating, loving heart sing praises? Let me know in the comments. Thanks!
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