Morning Office

written in the New Horizons volunteer room on a Tuesday before Drop-in

Sing praise, oh my soul,
For morning smells.
For freshness un-manufatured,
Neither bought nor bottled.
As if the newness and the unfolding could be contained --
But given!

For you, dear heart,
He spreads out another day.
Awake! Arise!
To rejoice is your duty and your delight.

Praise him.