Harold Macdonald's Muse


























Harold Macdonald

I rise and thank the day, Your always gift
reminding me of necessary Being.
Or take my life-long friend, in her Iím seeing
the joy of You which every spirit, lifts.

And othersí loving efforts speak; and song
reports a beauty not entirely its own
and sorrow reaches out, is not alone
assumes a Listener to whom we belong.


Yes, itís true that grace is everywhere,
that every single thing awakes a ghost;
things visible, to spirit lift a toast;
the inner eye, perceives that You are there.


This plethora of gifts which me surround
suggest how You, the Deity, abound.


Midi: New Every Morning