a psalm for the new day
While you were sleeping, the Creator was dreaming.
While you slumbered, preparations were made.
While you were still and quiet and unaware, there was Life,
singing over you the song of rescue and purpose.
Before you awoke to possibilities, the Author had written them all down.
Spelling out your unique and complex life.
Scripting each sentence before you knew the power of speech.
Somehow, knowing every step & thought first,
the Wisdom has never locked you into fatalistic doom.
Rather, the Vision sees among the thousand thousand threads
the single strand that you don’t even know yet
you’re about to weave into your life.
Why, then, are we surprised when the Dreamer awakes in us visions
that we never brushed shoulders with in our wildest imaginings?
Why, then, are we taken aback when the Storyteller stirs ideas
in our minds that we can’t align with our present understanding
or articulate with our limited language?
Why am I amazed when You birth new life in me
at the very instant that the old dies?
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