“Listen!
There is a call to worship
in the hidden sinews
of our being,
a taut string waiting to be plucked,
a melody longing to be sung.
We are made for praise!
An abundant earth calls it forth:
pounding sea and babbling brook,
sighing trees and their singing residents,
shimmering stars and silent night,
the growing and the greening
and the resting seed
invite a joyful song.
A heart freed sings praise!
Surprise of mercy and resonant flesh,
delight tickled, joy unleashed,
tender touch and shared walk,
we shout and sing together for joy.â€
Psalm 65 Redux by Carla Grosch-Miller

